Cleanliness, why do you abandon me?

Don't you think it's hard to really truly relax when you have a dirty house?

The majority of the time my house is untidy, not truly "dirty" but I find it hard to reach that calm, satisfied, complete euphoria that comes with a clean house.

With two young children?

Forget about it!

Children have the inane ability, nay, seventh sense to know exactly where they shouldn't be and got there or making a mess in an area that was previously (as in immediately prior) cleaned.

Clean folded clothes that are in piles on the ground?

Forget it.

That pile of pants you just folded up aren't clothes, but a tower in need of being bowled over, and your 3 year old knows it is his duty to knock that sucker down!

I have two opposite children.

One who will clean up after himself, his brother and his cousins, and one who will come up with all different reasons why he can't clean up, and I've come up with some sweet answers for the little bugger as well.

"I'm too little!"

"If you're too little to clean up, you're too little for chocolate"

"I'm too tired!"

"Go to bed, I don't care if you just got up from your nap"

"I don't want to"

"I don't want to clean up your toys either, how about we throw them in the rubbish?"

"Mana isn't doing it"

"Who cares what anyone else is doing, worry about yourself"

I guess really these are Koa's 3 year old excuse's for everything, but I tell you what, this little nut case keeps me entertained.

I wonder though, is it worth my mental stability to clean only for things to be unclean 5 minutes later?

Who am I kidding?

The only time I really clean my house is when people are coming over.

Growing up we used to have to clean the house Saturday morning.

We could go wherever after we were done, but we HAD to have our jobs done before we went anywhere.

Some of my best memories come from cleaning the house.

Dishes on Sunday?

HOLY MOLY! 

We had to do them, by hand, in shifts.

I HATED washing the dishes, and would do a crappy job in the hopes that I wouldn't have to do them anymore. 

Not a chance.

I remember washing the dishes (barely) and when my brothers were like there is food still on this plate my response ?

"Wipe it faster"

Ah, the memories, something I look forward to giving my kids.


What was my point?
Something about cleaning, but I clearly got caught in my head.


So, if anyone's feeling generous, I could do with a maid for Christmas.