My Life is a Mess!
I have a scary secret that I need to talk about.
It’s embarrassing and disgusting and I just need to get it all out.
I live in a messy house.
I’m not talking about just a little messy or disorganized, but I’m talking dog hair tumbleweeds and trash under the bed and dirty dishes piled up with flies in the kitchen. I’m talking about a dog that refuses to house train and finding towels on the floor that are soaked in urine and covering up piles of waste. I pick up the mess daily, but it multiplies before my eyes and I can’t handle it anymore.
I’ve talked about my depression many times, and this is a symptom, but it really just speaks to the dysfunction that is my life.
I need help. I need time. I need cooperation from my family!
I don’t know what to do or where to start. I don’t know how to clean, where to clean first, or how to keep it clean from day to day. I’ve taken a week off to clean from top to bottom, but it’s a never-ending battle and I can’t do this anymore.
Let’s start in the kitchen.
There are dirty dishes in the sink. As soon as one of us gets the dishes in the dishwasher, we have a meal and it all begins again. The floor needs to be mopped and the dogs’ food is scattered in the corner. There are two boxes that need to be unpacked, two boxes that need to be thrown out, and a bag of trash that didn’t get taken out yesterday on trash day.
Next is the dining room.
Every paper that Benjamin has brought home since starting Kindergarten is piled on a chair with a cardboard box of crayons, a craft box, and a bag of goodies that he won at Vacation Bible School. The table is at least cleaned off and only a notebook is sitting there now. There’s another chair with odds and ends and two bags that need to be unpacked. There’s a shelf up high that has our Bottle Cap Butterfly supplies waiting to be put away.
Don’t get me started on the bathroom.
Our pug, Abby, chooses to leave her messes in the bathroom. I clean it up as best I can, but if a towel or rug is left on the floor, she is sure to pee and poo on it. I clean the bathroom weekly, honestly, but it always seems to smell or look like a mess. I live with two boys who cannot seem to keep all their pee in the toilet!
My bedroom. Supposed to be my safe haven, relaxing and restful. Not so much in this house!
There are bottles and trash all over one side of the room and under the bed. All four posts to my four poster bed are covered in books, bottles, cups, papers, trash, and whatever else will fit. There are times when one of us reaches up to put something up there and we experience an avalanche. This room always has the most dog hair tumbleweeds because (1) the dogs live in here with us, and (2) it is the hardest to vacuum because of the huge bed, dresser, fan, extension cord, and you know, the trash. The dresser, by the way, has a large TV and more junk – a party favor from one of Benjamin’s friends, a few DVDs, loose change, and so on. My bed usually has a few toys, a few clothes, and my laptop. I have to balance it all between Howard and me just so I can stretch my legs and sleep.
The living room…where no living actually happens.
I vacuum this room (and actually as much of the house as I can) at least weekly because of the dog hair. We have all wood floors so the hair is easily seen and I have a really fun vacuum that sucks it up quickly. This is the highlight of my week, actually, when I get the time to clean it up. My favorite thing about my weekend is when the boys play their video games and I get the time to clean, but then it all gets overwhelming.
My living room is divided into two parts with one being the main room and the other we have designated as Benjamin’s play area. The problem I have here is that we haven’t unpacked from moving in over 3 months ago. There are boxes of toys, boxes of stuff, just boxes everywhere. This room isn’t dirty, but rather disorganized and overwhelming. I want to get all the boxes out to the mud room and unpack them one by one.
Benjamin’s room is the least used and the cleanest room.
You see, Benjamin doesn’t sleep in his room often. He plays in there occasionally. It’s mainly a storage place for his clothes. By the way, I’m the world’s worst about not putting clothes away properly. I hang up his shirts, but everything else gets piled on top of his dresser.
So, there you have it. My world is a mess. My house is a mess. My mind is a mess.
I need help.
Where do I start? What do I do? How do I get my family to help? Do I need their help? Shouldn’t I be able to maintain my house as a woman, a mom, a wife?
If you’re wondering what I’m doing about this mess now…check out my Clean House Advent Calendar going on in December!
I’m looking for tips and encouragement, so lay it on me!
I am linked up to Pour Your Heart Out on Things I Can’t Say.