There are times when my house is horrifyingly messy. I love a clean house, but I’m not disciplined enough to put in the work to keep it that way. I know that a quick 10 minutes here and there keeps it pretty tidy, but if I miss one day, then the mess is overwhelming and 10 minutes just ain’t gonna cut it.
Sometimes the mess is the price I pay for a few minutes of “peace and quiet.” Like today, while I ignored my cranky, demanding 2-year-old for a few minutes while I took care of important things like
Words With Friends paying bills, I knew she was up to no good behind me. However, I was still taken aback when I swiveled my chair around to find this:
All those shoes? That would be S putting on and taking off every pair of shoes she can get her little hands on. These are just the ones discarded in this room. There are this many shoes in every room. Hmm, is that my propane bill in the middle of the floor, next to her discarded pants? Notice the chair positioned in front of the open drawer of the changing table. What did she take out of there? Will I find Butt Paste art work on the walls of another room? Books, games, hats, socks, tights and millions of teeny tiny shreds of paper. Honestly, burning my house down would be quicker than putting all of this away.
The worst part? Let’s say I get this room looking great. While I’m doing that, another room is filling up with discarded shoes, toys and books that were played with for 2.5 seconds, and various stripped-off clothes. So, I’m not going to clean this up right now. I’m in no hurry. It’s just not worth the effort when it all comes back to this anyway. Entropy, Baby. I’m living it.
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