My house is disgusting. There is stuff everywhere. Bandaid wrappers, little pieces of food, toys, clothes…stuff everywhere.
I am so frustrated. I’ve spent most of time this week cleaning. Cleaning! I have done laundry every day and cleaned up the laundry room just to wake up the next morning and find that all my hard work isn’t even noticeable.
I have cleaned my kitchen until it sparkles every day, to wake up the following day to sticky counter tops and gritty floors.
It’s starting to wear on my nerves. I’m on the fence between conceding defeat, quitting cleaning all together, and waiting about a year to call “Clean House” or “Hoarders” and locking every member of my family outside with one change of clothes. I wonder if seeing my house clean would be as satisfying if I was looking in with my nose pressed against the window?
What do you do to keep from losing your sanity while trying to clean while your kids destroy your house at the same time?