Cleaning

Cleaning the house. Being home all day one would think it should be a fairly quick and easy thing to do. A quick scrub of the toilet and tub. A quick sweep and mop of the floors. Pick up toys as you go and then run the vacuum. Unload the dishwasher while the kids are playing then put what dishes are dirty in the dishwasher. Fold and put away clothes as more is being washed and dried. Sounds FANTASTIC.

Today a quick scrub in the bathroom resulted in Gordon and Penelope getting a box and dumping all its contents out. Another mess to clean up.

Unloading the dishwasher resulted in Gordon and Penelope moving Gordon's bed, throwing all the bedding on the floor and hiding under the mattress.

Loading the dishwasher resulted in Gordon and Penelope taking all cushions off the couch in the basement.

I got the boxes put away and Gordie's bed put back together along with the couch.

I have laundry separated and on the 2nd load in the washer. I have a basket of towels over flowing that need to be folded and another basket of kids clothes. There are clothes upstairs that have been folded for over a week.  The norm in our family is to have mildewy clothes being rewashed 4 times with extra fabric softener thrown in to hide the smell that lingers.

The toy area. You can't even see the floor. I will take time to organize and clean. But what's the point? The kids couldn't care less. But now that we have a near 10 month old cruising around its time to be on top of things. I can pick up toys through out the day but the children just go behind me and make me start all over.

Let's talk bedrooms. My precious 3 year old will help put clothes 'away' meaning she threw them in her room. So, now the girl's room is covered in clean and dirty clothes. I get the awesome task of deciding what is clean or dirty. The boy's room has shoes all over the floor because Gordie loves to play with shoes instead of sleep.

I wish it were easier to clean and keep up my house, but it isn't.  Having 3, almost 4, toddlers running around the house makes it impossible. Andy keeps reminding me of our year...2032. That's the year Peter will turn 18. That's the year I can have a house that is clean and mostly organized. That's the year we can sleep.