Monday, August 2, 2010

Coming up on this episode of Hoarders....

I've admitted a time or two about my need for a team from Hoarders to make an appearance at my house.  Instead of crying as they rummage through our crapola, I would be cheering them on, "Faster!  Faster!  You can do it!  I bet you can pack more in those trash bags than that! Come on guys!!  Woo-hoo!"  How liberating.  But, since no one from A&E has knocked on my door just yet, nor has anyone answered my Help Wanted ad in the paper and sign in our front window, I'm still going at this crazy mess all by my lonesome.  I'm not complaining, I promise.   I'm just defending myself.....

As a Momma to five of the messiest children on the planet, and wife to a husband who is the trend setter for sloppy = cool, the only way to find balance and harmony has been to lower my standards.  In the words of Abraham Lincoln (tweaked just a bit):  I can keep all of the house clean some of the time.  And I can keep some of the house clean all of the time.  But, I absolutely CANNOT keep all of the house clean, all of the time.  So, if my bathrooms are clean, my kitchen is nasty.  If my bedroom is tidy, my living room is a mess.  If the back porch is swept and spider web free, the garage needs an overhaul.  If the garage is neat and organized, my car looks like a cheerio/spoiled sippy cup bomb exploded that was planted by toddler terrorists.  Which leads me to the following incident: 

We made a quick trip to my parents' house this weekend.  We love to plan our trips when other sibling will be there, so all of our kiddos can get as much cousin kissing in as possible.  During our time together our kids always beg to ride in each other's cars.  At one point over the weekend, my brother and sister-in-love drove my van, so that the appropriate car seats were being used for the cargo being towed.  My nephews got to ride in my van too.  I laughed as I drove their van home later, noticing their freshly vacuumed carpets and pleasant  scent.  Later, my five year old nephew said, "Aunt Holly, we got to ride in your van last night!  And it was really, really messy.  But that's okay.  My Mommy picked it up a little bit for you.  She got a whole bag of trash out just on the ride home!"
I laughed and said, "Well, your Mommy is the best!  I sure do appreciate her doing that for me."
And he goes, "Yeah.  You should try cleaning it out sometime!"
Thunder, who is leader of the bomb squad in my van, defended me, "Well, my Momma does got a lot of kids." 

Guess my indoors will stay a mess today, as I venture out to the driveway to "try cleaning it out." 

Sigh.

6 comments:

Lindy said...

Better idea.... I could bring Caddy over and he could clean it out for you! ha!

The Hills said...

I just leave the cheetos, cheerios, and cracker crumbs for when TJ whines about being hungry after he didn't eat his dinner ;) Also, why is it that Thomas' truck stays so neat, but when he gets in my car, he leaves every reciept, chruch bulletin, and Burger King cup in my car???

Mandy said...

hehehehe

The Henderson Family said...

I feel you! I live in my car. Seriously - it is gross. But, I just can't keep in clean, so I have given up. And it doesn't bother me. Heath, another story.
And, I had some kids over to play the other day. The 5 year old said "Your house is really messy. And why does your floor have so many spots on it?" Uh. The carpet cleaners are coming Wednesday! :)

Brittny said...

awesomeness!!!! i love kids and their honesty. i go back and forth on the clean car, but i can only let it go so far. we just got home from a 2 week road trip and found my shop vac tub chewed off, thanks to most likely a squirrel. i just hope my dust buster can hold enough power to clean that van out! now, if i could only blame the mess in our house on that same squirrel. but i'm really glad that i can't b/c i'd probably just move instead.

Dana said...

Same here, you have to sacrifice one area to get another clean and so ensues the vicious cycle I call my life.