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Whew! It's not just me » noa

Posted by WorryGirl on April 7, 2003, at 9:55:22

In reply to The endless mess, posted by noa on April 6, 2003, at 19:21:15

Knowing there are so many others with dirty or cluttered houses out there comforts me.
When I decide to clean it's usually one particular thing that consumes me for almost the entire day. Like yesterday I actually got down on my hands and knees and scrubbed every tile on our outdoor foyer. Everything else was left undone.

I don't like company because making the place look presentable keeps me up for hours and hours, and by that time I'm exhausted and miserable and the place still doesn't meet my standards.

Before I had kids....
My house was immaculate.
There were no piles (maybe a few in the bedroom)
I vacuumed daily, etc. etc. etc.

Now...
My friend stopped leaving her 2 year old at my house for an hour a week and never said why - could it be that my sorry attempts at making my place presentable failed? Her place is always immaculate. She is immaculate. Something I'll never be, at least til the kids get older.
I hate that. I'm a perfectionist at heart.

I'm lucky if I dust once every two months.
If I vacuum once a week.
There are piles everywhere.
Continuous crumbs all over the floor
I'm good friends with the pest control guy.
I swear I'm not a lazy person.
How did this happen?


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