a few posts ago i wrote about the picture-perfect homes featured in blogs i read – clutter-free, perfectly organized, decorated beautifully – and the inadequacy i feel when i look around my own home, even though i understand that the pretty blog homes are not always so spectacular in their natural state. so, in protest of the presentation of feigned perfection, i am airing my dirty laundry…metaphorically speaking. (fear not, i am not actually going to show you a picture of Laundry Mountain because no one needs to see my worn underpants and sweaty gym clothes.)
the most lived-in area of the home: kitchen and family room
kitchen: dishes in the sink. piles of clutter. torrents of dust rolling across every surface. my kitchen is impossible to keep clean, and will never be photo-worthy in its natural state.
family room: toys everywhere. dust bunny revolution in full force. kid on the couch watching “Yo Gabba Gabba,” still wearing pajamas at 2pm.
i’ll spare you the details of our bathrooms; toilets in need of scrubbing, spot-covered mirrors, tubs whose memories of their last deep-clean have long been forgotten. and don’t get me started on laundry-related rants. it’s a never-ending battle; trying to keep a clean home when there are two kiddos running around is an exercise in futility. stay tuned…
