Where the hell is that cleaning fairy???

My house is a wreck.  I mean, wow, it’s bad.  It looks like it’s been ransacked and I am not exaggerating.  Huge pile of dirty dishes.  HUGE HUGE pile of clean clothes that has multiplied and spread all over the living room (yall know how much I love doing laundry). Junk on the kitchen table.  Junk on the kitchen counters.  Junk on all the floors.  UGH!  I would DIE, like, fall over DEAD from embarrassment, if anyone popped in on me right now.  The problem is that I do not have any time.  Between school and work (that’s 7 days a week) and kids (the rest of my imaginary free time), I have no time to clean.  I don’t even cook anymore!  And if you know me, your mouth is hanging open in shock.  When I do have a free minute, I prefer to sleep.  My sleep bank account is majorly overdrawn.  The Sandman is hanging around me at all times waiting for my daily deposit of shut-eye.  And he overpowers me at the most inopportune times, like when I’m in class, to demand payment.  So, that being said… I overslept this morning.  I turned the alarm off in a half-sleeping stupor.  So I didn’t make it to clinical today.  My head is killing me but I’m going to clean house today.  I need some motivation, though. I mean, other than complete shame over the state of my living quarters.  My get-up-and-go got up and went a long time ago.  Ok, time to “get off this box”, as my mom says, and get started.  I’m taking Hurricane (who has been named The Princess because she loves pink, anything sparkly, and wearing dresses 24/7) to daycare then coming back and getting started.  Yes, I am.  If you are a friend of mine on Facebook and you haven’t heard from me in another day or two, send out the search party.  I might have been eaten by the mountain of laundry and the little munchkins that I imagine live in there lol.  Come on, you know they exist.  Why else would all of your socks (and undershirts) go missing in the wash?


Somebody kick me!

I have GOT to get motivated around here! The last room in the house that needs to be de-junked and Spring cleaned is MY room. And I just damn don’t wanna do it. I need to dig out my sewing machine so I can get busy on some baby stuff. My sewing table is in my bedroom and it’s seriously junked up right now. I also need to clean up my back yard so the landlord can come cut my grass. And I need to clean out the flower beds because, hello, it’s Spring time and I need to plant some pretties. I have a week and a half off from school, it’s the perfect time to get these things done! So, somebody give me a nice swift kick to get me going, willya?

This is sad…

Seriously folks, I need a JOB.  My house is spotless.  My laundry is all washed, folded, and put away.  The beds are made.  Even the toddler is clean.  Looking for something to do, I ended up ironing pillowcases.  I IRONED pillowcases.  I was folding my freshly washed sheets and noticed how wrinkly they were.  So I decided I would try ironing the pillowcases to see how they turned out.  Smooth and flat and I bet they sleep great.  But seriously… WHO DOES THAT?  If I had a big ironing board, instead of my little table-top one, I might have even ironed the sheets.  UGH!  I’m going to end up scrubbing the finish off of something if I’m not careful.  I need something to do.  Apparently, chasing a toddler all day isn’t enough.  I can’t sit at my sewing machine while she’s awake because she bugs me and gets into things.  I can’t concentrate and end up making mistakes.  And speaking of pillowcases, I decided to make Red a pillowcase to match her bedspread. One day, when I get her quilt finished, it will also match it.  Sorry for the poor pic, it was taken with my cell phone.


And this is the quilt that I will one day finish for her bed…

Kitty Quilt

Wow, I just noticed the date on that photo.  I finished the Kitty Quilt top almost two years ago.  It’s been neatly folded and in a box ever since.  I even bought a special black batting to use for this quilt.  Ok, that’s it.  The Kitty quilt WILL be my next project to finish.  No excuses!  I just have to get backing fabric for it.  And I’m sending that bad boy off for quilting.

Ok, I’m off to do some quilting on the Blues quilt as soon as Hurricane goes to bed…

My least favorite chore

My fiance and I share most of the “chores” around the house.  With the exception of the litter box, that one’s all mine.  In return for that unpleasant task, I only ask that he take out the trash.  Which fueled a nasty little tiff the other day.  Anyhoo… I don’t mind doing dishes, doing the floors, scrubbing the bathroom, cooking, etc.  The one chore I absolutely HATE to do and will put off as long as possible:  folding and putting away laundry.  Seems silly doesn’t it?  I don’t know why, but I’ve always hated doing the laundry.  The easy part gets done, washing and drying.  Heck, the machines do all the work there.  And then I pile all the clean clothes up.  In baskets.  On the bed. On top of the dresser.  I just HATE folding it and putting it away.  Is it some deep-rooted, sub-conscience-type thing?  Maybe I need a shrink to tell me the “hidden meaning” behind it.  So how does the laundry make me feel?  Like running away lol.  I would rather do anything at all than put away the clean clothes.  I don’t get it.  Typing it out makes me sound even more nuts doesn’t it?  I would rather clean the whooooole house and cut the entire yard with a pair of scissors than put away the laundry!  I kid you not.  As much as this bothers Bob, bless his heart, he doesn’t nag me about it.  He just digs through the piles for something to wear (as do my daughter and I) and moves said piles when they are in the way.  I’ve tried tricking myself.  I’ll pile the clothes on the bed and think that I HAVE to put them away to go to bed, right?  Nope.  I move the pile.  Or in some desperate times, just shove the pile over on the bed enough to make a little space to sleep.  *shakes head at self*  I know…. its sad.

Ohhhh an afterthought (and reason for the edit):  Why not make disposable clothes?  No need to wash.  Ever.  These clothes would be like scrubs.  But you wear them once and toss them.  They could come in several different colors and patterns.  No need for expensive brand names again.  We could eliminate the plastic bottles of laundry detergent and softener clogging up our landfills.  No more dry-cleaning.  No more folding and putting away.  EVER!!  Hey, I can dream.