Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Out of the Mouths of Babes...or 3 Year Olds

One thing that I can say with 100% certainty, is that I am NOT a good housekeeper.  I am an excellent teacher, a great wife, a good mom, and a great friend to have.  I will come to your house and clean it so well that it shines. . .but please do not come to my house unannounced!  You will walk into a mess 9 times out of 10.

And it's not always my kids' things that are all over the place either.  Jason and I are just as guilty of leaving our things around.  At any given time you could walk into a living room with a pile of unfolded laundry...including our unmentionables....just hanging out on my chair.  Like now, for instance.  You would also find dirty dishes in the sink, most likely because the dishes in the dishwasher are clean and neither Jason nor I have won the battle over who is going to unload them yet.  And I can guarantee you that my bed will not be made...that is what they make bedroom doors for!

However, there are times when I get a wild hair, you know where, and I decide to clean.  And I mean clean.  Not just your weekly disinfecting of the bathrooms, oh no, I mean the kind where you drag everything out into the middle of the room, throw stuff away, and only put back what you really, really, really need.  This is a rarity at our house, but it does happen.  Usually when I'm in one of my cleaning moods, the kids will ask: "Who's coming to visit?"  You might think that's funny, but there is a lot of truth to that statement.  Usually my house only looks really nice when someone is coming to stay with us for a few days.

Well, with yesterday being a snow day, I had it in my head that I was going to get some long-needed cleaning done.  I took down all of the Christmas decorations and got them put away.  I did all of the "weekly" stuff that hadn't been done in, well, awhile.  And then I took after the kitchen.  I organized my pantry, and as I was passing by the fridge I decided to clean it as well.

I am a lot like my mom when it comes to my refrigerator.  You can figure out my whole life just by perusing the photos on the front and sides of my fridge.  I don't ever take anything down, I just add new stuff.  So, you really can't even tell what color the fridge is!  Well, yesterday I removed all of the photos and other memorabilia and scrubbed the fridge until it shone.  I thought it looked quite nice, and had decided not to put everything back on it.  When I called the kids up for supper, Braden took one look at the fridge and said, "Wow Mom!  I LOVE your new fridge!" LOL!  He didn't believe me that it was the same one until he opened it up and realized that the inside was still as frightful as it always is. :)

Remember...call before you come. :)

1 comment:

  1. That is awesome!!! Love it! I contemplated doing my fridge yesteray, but laundry won.