Cleaning, the never ending story.

Let me start off by saying I’m almost positive there are more then five people living in my house. Some days our house looks like the aftermath of a frat party and I just don’t even know where to begin. Some days I feel like cleaning is a lost between having fibromyalgia and the 3 tiny tornados leaving a path of destruction everywhere they go. Seriously where the hell did they get all of these toys from and how do they still have so many when I swore I threw like half of them away?!

My mom helps where she can while she watches the kids and my husband does what he can too but I’m pretty well known for wanting to take everything on myself and would most often prefer to keel over than ask for help. I mean really if I could have the house to myself for one whole day it would look immaculate, at least until the tornados were unleashed again.

Some nights once the kids are all in bed I come out and actually get a lot done, I think I have come to terms with the fact that I will never get all of the laundry put away though. It’s amazing how much clothes a family of five owns. There are some days where it really gets to me and others where I’m just like whatever. I know one day the kids will be grown and the house will empty and easier to maintain. I’m sure there will be times where I will long for the days of toys and gogurt tubes I find behind the couch pillows, okay maybe not the gogurts but you get where I’m going with this. Until then I will do my best to stay one step ahead of the monsters and maybe even do better at assigning duties and sharing the workload, maybe.

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