To understand this, you must know how much I detest cleaning. I am the world’s worst housewife, I’m pretty sure. Given that I have a preschooler and a toddler, I like to blame the mess on them, but really … our homes were messy before kids.
It’s just not my default.
So today, I was virtuous. I vacuumed multiple rooms in our apartment. I washed floor rugs. And I cooked my precious, lovely children lunch. And by that, I mean breaded chicken patties from a freezer bag. Which are apparently breaded with something that makes ALL THE BREADING FALL OFF IMMEDIATELY.
And since my kids eschewed the chairs they were supposed to have lunch in … and since I had a cold and am 15 weeks pregnant and was playing some stupid game online …
My newly vacuumed floor had chicken crumbs all. over. it.
Grasping for straws, people. That is what cleaning in a house with little people is like. I’m bad enough by myself (um, hello people who have seen my dorm room?).
What is that quote? That cleaning with children in the house is like shoveling during a snowstorm?
Sometimes on Fridays, I write for 5 minutes along with a lot of other people at Lisa Jo’s place. This week’s theme was Grasp.