Or maybe not.
I’ve become a terrible housekeeper. I’m not sure if it’s the being 33 weeks pregnant, although I’d expect better nesting out of myself. Or if it is the fact when I do clean, it looks like hell within 20 minutes. Or the fact that I have a 17 month old. And two, slobbering, shedding basset hounds. And a slobbering, shedding husband.
Just so I don’t gross anyone out, I will say that I have a very clean kitchen. Food prep areas should be clean and free of nasty germs (remember that I have food safety issues). Of course there’s alot of clutter in neatly stacked piles on my kitchen counters. No matter how many times I nag kindly remind Tate to keep his shit stuff in one spot, it seems to spread like a disease over the entire counter top. To be fair, the junk mail, book club remittance slips, bills, doctor’s appointment reminder cards, birthday party invitations, and coupons also multiply. Rapidly. Like a bunch of horny rabbits. I can hardly keep up.
I feel compelled also to tell you that I do vacuum and dust twice per week. In fact, I usually like things to be very tidy and organized. I just have no energy for doing the “deep” cleaning that is desperately needed.
For reasons beyond my control, I’m going to share some pictures of my inadequate homemaking skills. I can’t believe I’m showing you these pictures. If I ever host a blogger get-together I swear the house will be clean, organized, and completely free of fur.
I have a good excuse for the office. It’s all Peanut’s fault. He just doesn’t entertain himself well when Mommy’s “busy” reading blogs.
See the fur growing on top of the molding? Totally disgusting. I’m so ashamed. I did clean this right after I took the picture.
Why bother putting the toys away when Peanut’s just going to get them all out again? He doesn’t actually play with any of them anyway. The toys only purpose is to be spread out EVERYWHERE so that he can trip on them and cry like a baby.
I’ve needed to organize my closet since we moved in. But since I keep procreating, I need all these clothes since I’ve been a variety of sizes from 4 through ohmygawdthatsanenormousass in these past two years.
You know the saddest part? In the time it took to take these silly pictures, upload them, put them on Photobucket, write the post, and upload the photos from Photobucket into the post, I probably could have gotten a little cleaning done. I guess you can see where my priorities lie.
Stayed tuned later this week when I tell you all about my outdoor landscaping abilities. Sneak preview: They’re worse than my housekeeping skills.
Anonymous
April 2, 2007 at 11:57 am
Can’t wait to see the glorious garden!
Heather
April 2, 2007 at 1:17 pm
It is spring cleaning time, huh? And I can imagine you don’t feel up to it. BTDT. Maybe we should have a pre-baby cleaning intervention for ya instead of bringing you a dinner post-baby?
Dawn
April 2, 2007 at 1:48 pm
lol I’m 6 weeks post-partum and my house still looks like a cyclone.
Housekeeping is highly overrated.
coffee stained
April 2, 2007 at 2:45 pm
We have to hide toys from Jo Jo so she won’t litter the floor with random tripping hazards. Her favorite game while mommy is otherwise occupied is removing VHS tapes from the shelf and their cases (yeah, we still have VHS tapes). I hate following her around the house cleaning up after her toddler messes. I can’t even imagine motivating to do it while 30 weeks pregnant! As I sit here typing right now, the floor beneath me is littered with crayons, letter magnets, coasters, goldfish crackers, and the bottom to one of her bathing suits. Gah.
ps. I’m still working on your meme. Hopefully I will be able to post my response today! Thanks for coming up with the questions
Sandy
April 2, 2007 at 3:37 pm
I totally get the toys. My son pulls all his stuff out too. I don’t bother picking it up unless someone is coming over. The way I see it…food isn’t everywhere, dishes get done, I can deal with toys.
Jenny
April 2, 2007 at 3:48 pm
Oh Jennifer… you are a far braver woman than me to post pictures! but I think you have MORE than enough good reasons to be a little behind… don’t you know that it’s UNHEALTHY, UNDESIRABLE, and generally a VERY BAD IDEA to clean while pregnant? It’s true… I read it on the Internet.
AuburnGalAlways
April 2, 2007 at 3:52 pm
My goal in life – as for house cleaning anyway, because I DO have other goals, but we won’t go into them HERE -
ahem
My goal in life is for my house to be clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be fun.
Lately, I’ve been working on that “fun” part.
vacuuming twice a week at 33 weeks pg? You’re moving around MUCH better than I was!
Dana
April 2, 2007 at 4:50 pm
You are making me look bad here. I have 3 built in housekeepers, I mean, older children and my house is no better.
Smiling Mom
April 2, 2007 at 6:35 pm
Sounds like your house looks like mine. Two kids, 18 months apart, a large, shedding dog, and little desire to clean. hmmm. Common Threads to Motherhood!
I just read your profile and I love The Red Tent as well!
Toni
April 2, 2007 at 9:21 pm
You are 33 weeks pregnant??? Go take a NAP!
Shelly
April 2, 2007 at 11:18 pm
I have that size clothes, too! & they are never pretty.
Who has time to clean when you’re busy creating another human being? Doesn’t get much better than that in the “what a great excuse” category.
tulipmom
April 3, 2007 at 12:14 am
You’re 33 weeks pregnant … what’s my excuse for having closets/floors that look JUST like that?
Lane
April 3, 2007 at 2:13 am
Well thank goodness. I thought I was the only one.
Naw, I think every single REAL mom I talk to deals with this. My research tells me it only gets worse! I know it has for me!
Aaron
April 3, 2007 at 12:23 pm
Thanks!
Although… I don’t have a 17mo old to blame my lack of cleaning time on.
Izzy
April 19, 2007 at 5:28 am
Come to my house. You’ll feel a lot better
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