The Most Vicious of Vicious Cycles

I have a confession to make.

I decided to take a day off from blogging today so that I could try and get some cleaning done. Our house is in a bit of a shambles, you see, and I hadn’t vacuumed since Niece was here on the weekend, and the cat’s puked in the basement again, so I thought since I had no blog posts planned in advance that I would take the day off and focus on the homestead instead.

And now I’m here telling you about it because I needed to get this out:

Cleaning sucks. It’s the most futile task known to adulthood, especially to an adult who has a toddler and two particularly idiotic cats. The second I clean up the cat puke, one of them decides to “go” outside their litter box. I vacuum my daughter’s bedroom and two minutes later she crumbles a cookie all over her floor. I throw in a load of laundry, and god help me, the stuff still waiting to go in the wash seems to multiply exponentially. For the love of puppies, I can literally see a new coat of dust appearing before I’m even finished wiping away the old dust.

And here’s the thing…even if I’m diligent, even if I forsake spare time, writing time, and playing with my daughter, and I work my ass off to get the house sparkling…by the time I get from one end of the house to the other, the first end has gotten dirty again. Between baby messes, evil cats, and no end of hair and fur on everything, there is just no way to get ahead. And that’s not even taking into account all the organizing and purging that needs to be done.

So with that said, I implore my fellow bloggers, writers, and the random other people reading this post:
How the hell do you do it? Help! HELP! I’m losing my freakin’ mind!!!!

3 thoughts on “The Most Vicious of Vicious Cycles

  1. I just view the dust bunnies that gather along the walls as my own personal cheering squad…since they’re usually big enough to wave at me when I walk by.

    My house is an untidy, but happy, place. The basics are met, and when it gets out of hand I nag the family (hubby and 8yo twins) to pitch in and help clean. They hate listening to my nagging so they’ve learned to get up and grab a vacuum or a rag and make an effort.

    Or, I just join in when my twins decide to play tic-tac-toe in the dust on the bookshelves πŸ™‚

      • I figure I can always clean after they go to bed if it’s really bugging me. Spending fun time with them is more important than mopping (the worst task of all!).

        We have a 90 pound lab/Great Pyrenees mix and a very fat cat who likes to pull out her fur, so I’m good with the beasts I’ve got πŸ™‚

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