By Heather O.
Okay, the rice that is dug into the grooves between the planks of my hardwood floor? It’s there because I was on an important phone call to the bank the other day, and felt that the relative silence that ensued while my toddler happily filled my running shoes with rice was worth the clean up. And yes, my shoes were in the hallway, and yes, my dried food storage rice was in the pantry. In the kitchen. Around the corner. In doing a massive sweep/vacuum of my hallway and kitchen, clearly I missed a few grains.
And the huge pile of papers on my dining room table? That’s there because I was sorting through 2 weeks worth of junk mail we got while on vacation, and I haven’t had a chance to recycle all of it, and I feel too environmentally guilty to just chuck it all.
Oh, and you HAD to bring up the big pile of boxes in my living room. Those are food storage orders from the cannery I am keeping for some other sisters who were out of town for the trip. Only three of those bozes actually belong to me. Sheesh, what to you think I am, a pack rat?
Okay, yes, there are some MORE boxes in my bedroom, but that’s just because we just got the order of fire ladders I put in so we don’t all die in an inferno, and I haven’t organized the FHE that we are going to have we learn how to use them and how to get out of our house in case our dryer suddenly bursts into flames.
What, that little empty yogurt container on the playroom floor? That’s there because it was J’s after school snack, and Maggie the dog likes to pilfer things from the kitchen table and hide them in the playroom after she licks them clean. I’ll get to it, after I clean up the cheese wrappers and granola bars and goldfish that Little Sister dumped all over the floor while my back was turned doing laundry, and after I throw away the diapers she spreads around the house, after I wipe down the window she slimed after she ate some applesauce, after I pick up all the band-aids she emptied, after I put away the newspapers she shredded, after I put away all of the dishes she pulled out of my cupboards that I have been kicking around my kitchen floor. Along with a few grains of rice.
But seriously? Other than that, my house is TOTALLY clean.




LOL - that’s exactly what my days are filled with - cleaning up after tiny hands that find all sorts of ways to entertain themselves. My house is totally clean too - other than the lipstick on my master bedroom door and the wall paint that’s still all over the carpet on the stairs. Which caused me to stop vacuuming, when it happened 4 months ago, because I was sure I’d have new carpet in a couple of weeks. Still no carpet, but I still refuse to vacuuming or clean up spills, because I’m going to get carpet soon, no really, I am. Okay, well maybe before Christmas.
Comment #1 by AbbySeptember 19th, 2008 at 7:09 pmMy house is just as clean, except for the box of tampons that are spread around upstairs after my son found them under the sink.
Comment #2 by tiffanySeptember 19th, 2008 at 7:13 pmI still have boxes from when we moved back in. I don’t even see them anymore, they’re like part of the wall.
I haven’t hung any pictures up yet either. I have no urge to decorate. I guess the whole move out, move in, move back out, move back in thing kind of killed my urge to nest.
Comment #3 by SueSeptember 19th, 2008 at 7:18 pmI LOVED this post!!! We had few crazy days, and anyone with lots of kids knows that a few crazy days is all it takes to completely turn the house upside down. And then my in-laws stopped by unexpectedly at the very worst time possible. WHYYYY?!?!? I tried to explain that my house was really clean on Tuesday or Wednesday…..
Comment #4 by AmandaSeptember 19th, 2008 at 8:01 pmSee, when my house is in that condition(and it is like that a lot), someone ALWAYS without a doubt, comes over and the kids let them in to see it in all its glory. Never fails. And when it’s spotless? NOBODY comes over and catches me by surprise!
Comment #5 by BSeptember 19th, 2008 at 9:02 pmTHIS is why I don’t have a dog! Cute, but WAY too much work!
And my mom is here right now, so guess who scrubbed her house all week and sorted through all the piles of various stuff that have been building up in random places throughout the house? Not because she’d say anything (thankfully) but because I guilt myself into doing it. Which is a good thing. I think. I’m tired.
Comment #6 by StarababaSeptember 19th, 2008 at 10:14 pmYour house sounds clean compared to mine… tomorrow I’m going to become a Cleaning Nazi Commander… my family isn’t going to know what’s hit them! Everywhere I look there is piles and piles and piles of stuff!
Comment #7 by christySeptember 19th, 2008 at 10:33 pmok, yeah, I needed this today. Lately, I feel like my house has been spiraling into a tornado of disaster.
Comment #8 by aprilbSeptember 20th, 2008 at 7:44 amI try to stay on top of the daily/weekly stuff, but usually don’t succeed, and never get around to the deeper cleaning/organizing stuff, so the result is that my house is on average a little more chaotic every day. When will the madness end? Maybe when DS finally starts sleeping through the night again, which hopefully will be very soon because the sleep deprivation is killing me, and right now, no one would be able to find my body in my messy house.
Yep. Won’t clean under the fridge until all the letter magnets are gone.
Comment #9 by mormonhermitmomSeptember 20th, 2008 at 6:20 pmIt’s just like MY house, too!
Comment #10 by Tracy MSeptember 21st, 2008 at 9:33 amMan, I thought you were writing about my house for a minute:)
Comment #11 by TrixieSeptember 21st, 2008 at 12:16 pmJust yesterday I had 7, you heard me, 7 loads of laundry on my rocking chair. Hubby kindly helped me fold it all, eventhough it’s something I could easily do myself during my 2.5 hours of freetime (school) each day. Perhaps it was out of kindness… or perhaps it’s was so that his shirts were not wrinkled beyond the help of the DOWNEY wrinkle spray (since I hate ironing). Which reminds me, I have 5 of his shirts hanging on my side of the closet that need to be ironed… it’s been about 4 months since he’s been able to wear them.
Have I complained about him lately? ‘Cause after reading to my own words, I don’t know that I am in the running for any ‘perfect wife’ awards here in the near future.
Comment #12 by 2boys1crazyMomSeptember 21st, 2008 at 4:16 pmI just got called to be the Relief Society Enrichment counselor and (along with general shock) I keep thinking that if I had ever let anyone inside my house and they had seen what it looks like, they would never have extended the calling. Also that I’d better continue to not let anyone in so they don’t rescind it (or, if I get tired of the calling, that will be my out — “Come into my family room and you will see why I should not be in this calling.”)
Either that, or the calling was by inspiratio — and the Lord wants someone who’s compassionate about others’ messy homes.
Comment #13 by ZinaSeptember 21st, 2008 at 6:23 pmInspiratio sounds kind of cool, but I did mean inspiration. (Someday I will manage ONE comment without a second one correcting typos.)
Comment #14 by ZinaSeptember 21st, 2008 at 6:24 pmLife is messy. Does anyone really expect a house to be spotless? Why live in disappointment?
Comment #15 by Susan MSeptember 22nd, 2008 at 10:57 amWow, that is just like my house. My little Bug likes to take the already used diapers out of the trash though, gross! It’s a neverending cycle and I don’t think my house will ever be completely clean. At least not for more than 5 minutes!
Comment #16 by AdrianeSeptember 23rd, 2008 at 2:14 pmYep. Been there. Oh wait… I AM there. Diapers on the floor, Cheerios in crumbles covering the tile, baby blap on the carpet, solidified sippy cups of milk under the chairs, piles of paper on the table, half finished carft projects on the other table … I’m there.
Comment #17 by NancySeptember 24th, 2008 at 6:41 amWe so don’t have luggage in our entryway. It doesn’t live there or anything. And no sippy cups anywhere besides the kitchen. And the kitchen table is not covered in scrapbooking stuff. And no one ever trips over blocks in the family room.
Oh, who am I kidding. It is our house. I didn’t accidentally go into the neighbors house. We’re slobs.
Comment #18 by Lindsay1138September 24th, 2008 at 11:29 am