I've come to the conclusion that I will live in a pig pen for the rest of 2009. I try to keep up on the clutter (I don't even try to touch the dirt) but fail miserably each night. And each night, as I look at the clutter, I decide that I'd rather watch tv than pick up.
So, I'm not taking visitors until 2010, unless you want to drop off a meal once the baby's born (so be forewarned and don't judge when you walk in!).
So I've decided to fold laundry (I have mounds of clean laundry) while I watch tv (inspiration via Raquel). I'm doing one more load as I type. And the clothes that need to be hung up, I just drape over one of our suit cases and Pascual hangs it up for me when he thinks about it (once a month or so). I hate hanging clothes so I'm ok going through the draped clothes to find a shirt. Luckily for me, my belly's getting so big that it stretches out any wrinkles in my shirt. (how sad is that!)
My filthy kitchen (breakfast dishes still in sink) can wait until morning...or even tomorrow afternoon for that fact! And my messy floors (filled with childrens books, random items and even trash...why is it that I am the only one that seems to know where the trash can is???) can wait for Pascual. It's getting too hard to bend over these days (unless it's something I really want to do...and cleaning the floors isn't one of them!) so Pascual's been picking up the slack in this area for me.
I remind myself that I am in a season right now...a season that will change once the baby is born. Then, I'll be in a new season, hopefully one where I will be self-motivated to clean. Maybe that's wishful thinking?
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Thank God someone else who is living like I do...except I have no eight months pregnant excuse.
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