Bette Davis must have been visiting my house when she
uttered those famous words. Ugh. I’ve always been a neat freak; not a clean
freak, but neat. I like things in their
place. It doesn’t have to be spotless; I
just don’t want it to look like an episode of “Extreme Hoarders.”
But I have a kid…and a husband. For a while, I could still keep up. I mean, when the kid can’t crawl, there are
only so many messes she can make! Even
up until she was about four or five, I was in good shape. And Don was great about picking up after
himself until Tessa started leaving things lying around. You know, follow the leader, monkey see
monkey do, and all that jazz. But now…
I know kids make messes and I know that husbands do, too. Yes, that’s part of the problem. But here’s the real problem: I’ve lost my
mojo. That innate ability to keep the
dirt swept up and the countertops clean and the cat litter changed… I’ve gotten
lazy(er). I don’t want to do anything.
It takes me FOREVER
to clean a room! Today, I’ve managed to
clean one bathroom and started the dishwasher.
And the fact that I’m on here now writing this instead of cleaning
something else should be ignored!
I need to get my groove back. Maybe I’ll go to Jamaica like Stella did to
find it! Or maybe I’ll just sit around
like Bette, smoke a long cigarette in a holder, and complain about the condition
of my surroundings. What. A. Dump.
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