Once upon a time before Jeff taught me the error of my ways I would clean for 3 hours every Saturday. And I liked it. Crack smoker! There was a satisfaction to having a nice, clean, sparkling house. I would CLEAN clean…scrub with a toothbrush clean. When my sister Kristy was staying with me she would vacuum and then I’d re-vacuum because her vacuum lines weren’t straight. OCD anyone?

These days there are so many other things I’d rather be doing than cleaning. I still do enjoy cleaning occasionally (usually when I’m angry, upset, or bored), but those times are much less frequent now with babies. I am finding it VERY difficult to keep a clean house…especially when my Shenzie Bear is deathly afraid of the vacuum. Now that I’m home everyday I HATE to look around and see the floors that need mopped, wood that needs dusted, carpets that need vacuumed. It gives me anxiety to know I have to somehow find time to do it all.

Every night after the babies go to bed I pick up toys, sweep the tile, wash high chairs, and clean the kitchen…yet my house still feels dirty. This weekend I conned Jeff into helping me mop the floors. It was great…he kept the babies upstairs while I used the death machine aka, the vacuum. That night after the babies were down we got busy…..cleaning ….get your minds out of the gutter!!! It was GREAT. The floors were sparkling clean and it didn’t take me an hour to do it all by myself. Thanks baby! I have learned by now not to complain when Jeff doesn’t do something the way I do it. It’s getting done and that is all that matters, right? For some reason I forgot that little fact so when Jeff walked across the sparkling clean floors with his dirty shoes I about had a fit. It was like I was possessed by the clean monster. !!WHY ARE YOU WALKING AND TRACKING DIRT ON THE NEWLY CLEANED FLOORS!! Poor guy.

This is the problem….now that the floors are clean I want them to stay clean for as long as possible. With babies it is just impossible to keep them clean. I follow them around and when they spill juice or drop a crumb I swoosh in and clean it up. I almost feel more anxiety now that they are clean than I did when they were dirty. Crazy anyone?

All I have to say is I am glad I don’t have OCD for reals like the poor mom of Jon and Kate + 8. Eight kids, twins, and sextuplets and she sweeps and mops 3 times a day. Now that is CRAZY!

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