Friday, September 11, 2009

The Clean Gene

I live in a messy house.

I would love to say that this is a problem that I'm constantly combating... but let's be honest here, I'm not trying THAT hard.

However, yesterday I was immensely blessed with two toddlers deciding to sleep in ridiculously late, while I was up and awake earlier than usual. Not only did I get to enjoy a quiet and solitary shower, a cup of tea and frosted mini-wheats (or wheaty-wheats as Elliot calls them), I also had the motivation to really clean my kitchen.

Usually it takes company coming over for crock-pot Sunday to get my fat fat bottom off the couch (or computer chair) and tidy up.

There are these people who have clean houses all the time. I've been inside these houses, and I know they exist. These people have kids and babies, and yet there are no mysterious pink stains on the carpet, no orange crayon on the walls, and no food caked on the the backs of their kitchen chairs. Who are these people?!?

I keep thinking... someday when I'm a stay-at-home mom i'll have time to clean, and I'LL be one of those clean house people.

But let's be honest... probably not. I wasn't born with that obsessive cleaning gene that it sesems most women have. So, I'm sorry. I'm sorry to my husband, my kids, and anyone who leaves my house with a Pop-Tart stuck to the back of their t-shirt (yes... that happened).

Then again, who knows? Maybe i'll wake up early tomorrow, enjoy a cuppa Bengal Spice, and hose down my bathrooms with bleach and glass cleaner.

It could happen.