Blog 340

I think I may have lead you astray when I said I was at 300 posts, whenever that was, because I did happen to have a few random drafts in my folder, but this time I looked at the actual post count on my dashboard, and if I post this one you are reading, well then I've made it to 340.

I don't have a clean home. I think I have established that more than a few times. But I wish I did. I am reading, "The House that Cleans Itself" by Mindy Starns Clark, and it feels like I've been decluttering all my life now, since I was doing it before I started reading the book. When I first started the book, I tried to clean everything all at once despite the book's advice, but that just left me in failure and in tears.

Anyhow, if I had unlimited monies or when my kids are in school and I am still staying at home (not sure this will happen), I would love to give all pregnant moms a gift, and this is what it would be. My cleaning services or the hiring of a maid. Why? Because when you are in the first trimester, you are so tired, nauseated, or throwing up, you are unable to get a house very clean. Add in x number of family members that you pick up after and the mess only gets worse. By the time you are in your second trimester, you feel fine, but the whole time you are cleaning up the mess left in the wake of the first trimester and you are trying to make room for the baby. Then the third trimester comes along, and your body feels tired and big and it is really hard to get down on the floor and clean the tub or try with all your darndest to reach all of the hidden toys under the kid's beds. So even though you have a "nesting" period, your home is still not a clean as you would like it to be.

And then if you are me, you have a baby, and babies come with a lot of clutter in and of themselves. It takes you about 2 years to finally get over the clutter of the new baby, and if you are me, by this point, you are pregnant with another child, and the battle is beginning all over again, not to mention that this time around you have little hands to help undo the work you've so diligently slaved over. This could be one of many reasons to stop having babies. hmm, we'll see.