Midweek Confessions, Cleaning Edition

I am a bad cleaner.

There, it's out there in the blogosphere. I sometimes try to play games with myself like, "pretend this

isn't your house and you're really just cleaning someone else's home" or ,"pretend you're on Devious

 Maids and this is your job" but it never works. Probably because I eventually remember that this is

my job and I hate cleaning. I'm always tempted to call in a cleaning service and then sit back and

take credit for how great the house looks. Well,  how gorgeous it looks for all of ten minutes, I should

say. But, in those blissful ten minutes before a diet coke can or stray sock is thrown into the

middle  of it and finger prints are all over my table the house looks heavenly. Then the clutter unveils

 itself. I can never wrap my head around all of the clutter. How does it never wind up where it is

supposed to go and how do we own so many socks?!

 I get so distracted when cleaning, I start one thing and wind up doing another, It takes me HOURS

to finish.  So I guess it's not that I'm a bad cleaner, I'm just an unmotivated ADHD cleaner. I know

it's all going to come tumbling back down on me in a matter of minutes and I'm the only one who

keeps it up. It's a 24/7 job and it's a pain. And once I get going I want it to be perfect. I want the base

 boards clean in between the faucet crevices to sparkle. Last night while cleaning I noticed the front

door had a little something on it, then I noticed the backdoor "track" was dirty while letting the dog

out. I hadn't even made it to the upstairs or completed the downstairs and I was worried about that?!

Don't worry I stopped in the middle of all it to make some cole slaw, no jk, and chicken salad at

10pm.

Oh and the cats, the cats are against me. The minute I clean their litter box, they jump in and toss

litter out onto the floor. I literally can't keep up with the cats. I have swept the outside "welcome

mat" area of the litter box up to 4x in one day once and every time I walked in...messy. It's a no win

situation with them, I'm outnumbered and I give up.

Please send help in the form of  someone to corral my cleaning skills, a cat whisperer or a fork to

come help me eat this yummy coke slaw!


oh and head on over to E's blog to read more confessions!