Monday, October 15, 2012

Just once, may I come home to a clean home.

After a very long day at work, I always come home to a freaking cyclone aftermath.
I'm ok with this as I understand spending time with the kids is more important than keeping the house in a semi-livable state.

What really pisses me off though is how after the kids are asleep, I'm the only one cleaning up.

Listen, I understand the day has been long but it's been long for me too.

In in some magical way, I've been able to find the toothpaste by the front door and the wipes under the dining room table.

I have no idea how to broach this subject because his un-diagnosed ADHD will only inhibit me from cleaning up in a timely manner.

So I suck it up and I do as much tidying up as possible quietly to avoid waking everyone up and as quickly as possible so I can do the things I planned/need to do before one of the kidlets wake up.

In all honesty, it's one of the main reasons why I'm reluctant to move to a bigger place. I can barely keep up with the freaking post-aftermath cleanup by myself.