cleaning my home. It's always a wreak. I keep telling myself that when the kids are older than I will keep it neat and tidy but the truth of the matter is, if it's not broken then I'm not one to want to fix it. I have a hard fast couple of rules. My desk has to be clean and the kitchen has to be almost clean. The rest I could give a bumble about as long as I'm able to walk across the floor and my chairs cleaned off. I really don't care.
Can you tell that I am lazy by nature. Now I know that everyone wants to see a clean house when the visit but sorry my kids come first, then when I have grand kids they will come first. Life is way to short it seems to be to be worried about the last time I cleaned a base board or wiped down a wall.
They are only young once and so am I. Why shouldn't I live my life to love and care for those whom I love and not the home I live in.
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