I hate house cleaning. Hate it bad enough I try and do as little as possible.
This is odd because I really am a neat freak.
I like things in their place. If you open my cabinets, you'd be impressed. All my pots and pans have their place. My baking stuff, theirs. My plates are very neat and organized. My knives all have their own spot in the block. My storage bins are neatly stacked and the lids are all together in a larger bin.
So, why is it, when it comes to the rest of the house, I can't seem to get my butt in gear?
I think it's because it never ends. There's always laundry. I have a 4 year old (soon to be 5) and a 3 year old. Picking up behind them happens all day. They don't quite understand the fact that they're old enough to start cleaning up after themselves. They are still of the mindset that that's what Mommy is for.
Mommy is for cleaning and cooking. And boo-boos. And dancing. And carting sippie cups from room to room. And fetching blankies for nap times.
Hey...wait...where's my French maid outfit, then? Hmmm...off to dig through the laundry...