But...Why is my house always a mess?
But…Why does it seem like my house is ALWAYS a mess?
I swear to god, cross my heart, and hope to fly that I spend
a good amount of my daily life cleaning my house. Every day, day in and day
out, I wake up, glance at my surroundings and think today is the day I will get
it completely clean…
Yesterday; dishes, wiping counters, sweeping the floors,
scrubbing pots…picking up the half dead plant my cats attacked like a
paranormal intruder sent here to suck their tiny yet vibrant souls. Not to
worry now, the plant seems to have lost its soul-sucking power along with its
life in the battle.
Today; washed beddings, unloaded dishwasher, scrubbed
bathroom, cleaned up water spill after kitten knocked over water bottle, chased
the cap into my laptop, ran across therefore deleting original post, ate my notes,
and then my credit card bill and now my favorite red pencil is missing. I’m
certain that if I follow the kitten’s direction. I will find it. The credit
card can be paid online. Water is easy to clean. Autosave brought my post back
alive, the plant was too needy anyway always wanting to be watered and given
plant food, never leaving, just sitting there, not really adding to the
environment. Really it was more of a squatter. (But if my mom asks, I gave to a
sad friend, who needed some cheering. If she gets wind that I inadvertently killed
another houseplant--even though the kitten did it—she may sign me up for Fauna Abuse
Anonymous. She once gave me a cactus that I managed to kill.) Did you know that
you can sun burn plants? Over feed them? Starve them? Who knew? Not I. Why?
Because I’m still over here cleaning up all these messes. I haven’t even ventured
downstairs yet. No. Because in the laundry room someone or something has
knocked the litter box lid off, played poop hockey and then hid in the clean
(not dirty) laundry basket for her sisters to find her. After hearing a crash
coming from my bedroom, where I’m just going to take a wild guess and assume
the sisters are I find a lamp on the floor, papers sliding precariously off my
desk and books tilting at an awkward angle.
I think this is the part of the
day. (11:00 AM) I throw my hands in the air and say I quit! Have at it, you Gremlins. I will clean tomorrow. And that, perhaps, is the reason why my house
is always a mess…
Haha! Your kittens run your house girlfriend! It may be time for the trusty spray bottle full of water that you wear with a string around your neck for the next two weeks. It works if you're consistent. I trained my cat not to go into the kitchen. Any time he stepped off the carpet and into the kitchen he was sprayed and yelled at. Took about a long weekend, but it worked.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy reading your posts. You're funny! :-)
You're totally right. I'm like a grandma raising her grand kids. Too tired to be consistent and think they're too cute punish. We have tried the water gun. One of them likes the water and tries to drink it when you spray her, the other is totally confused about what water really is and the third one is too busy getting into stuff to realize she's being hosed. Also, my boys thought is was "awesome" to have a water gun in the house and starting water wars at the dinner table. ;-) And thank you... there's a lot of seriousness in this world and I find a little comic relief feels good.
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