If I never cooked dinner again I would never have to clean up this mess again, right?
If I painted all my skirting boards a browny grey colour, no one would see the dust on them, right?
It’s ok to throw out the occasional pair of toddler toilet training undies, right?
If it’s been at the bottom of the laundry basket for more than a year, we really don’t need it, right?
If there’s still enough room to step over and around all the junk on the floor there is no need to pick it up, right?
If it doesn’t stink it’s clean enough to wear, right?
If the sticky patch of floor is under the table I can wait till tomorrow before I mop, right?
Does housework sometimes get the better of you? It gets the better of me all the time!
It’s something about the never ending nature of it.
Just as soon as you get to the bottom of the laundry basket someone dumps in some more dirt clothes! As soon as you mop the floor someone (or some chicken… yes… chicken) walks across it with their filthy dirty feet.
It just does my head in… and yet I keep doing it because I have some deep subconscious need to live in and ordered and clean home, rather than rancid squalor. But sometimes… just occasionally… the squalor seems kind of appealing.
And that is what real life looks like in our (filthy, messy) house right now… What does real life look like where you live?