Monday, January 14, 2008

Does it ever end?

You know I have started this finish what I start crap right? The other thing I have been doing is trying to clean about 10 minutes in each room (although I never get to all the rooms) to try and keep the load down. So Randy was trying to get me to sit down and not do the little "mini cleanins". Finally he said, it has been more than 10 minutes, stop already. I informed him, it isn't 10 minutes total, it is 10 minutes a room. He just didn't get it. Now, here is my dilemma, I don't see my house getting/staying that much cleaner. Most times I don't walk in and say, oh my what a beautifully, clean house. So when does it end. When does the 10 minutes a night catch up and my house is always clean and tidy like some other people I know (I won't name names, Renee, but you know who you are!)

Just a small rant for the day. Tell me how do you keep your house neat and tidy? Please, give us the secret. AND, if you have a cleaning lady, you might not want to mention that. That is not really the clean I am talking about. I am talking clutter, general things out of place etc.

On a side note, I think we are going take a little trip back home on Wednesday. We aren't going to stay but about 2 days are so. I have to get back to sign Madison up for Kindergarten on Monday. (seriously, is she really that old already) I haven't gotten anything set up yet, but I guess I will by then right?

8 comments:

joanna said...

The secret to the tidy, clean house is - you must be obsessive compulsive. And maybe a little anal. I'm still working on those things, myself. I hear having your children grow up also helps with housework... I'm not convinced. I can't believe Madison is starting kindergarten next year either! But then she does look very grown up in her pictures lately...

Katie said...

I don't think my house will ever be clean again until I'm retired and an empty nester!

I think Joanna is right...the people who have the really clean houses (without hired help) are usually up at midnight maniacally scrubbing floors. They probably aren't the happiest people, either! So, I say...be happy. Live with the clutter!

Erin said...

My house is not clean. There are no secrets. Life is dirty. Houses are dirty. The best option is to GIVE UP ENTIRELY.

(haha! I'm mostly kidding. But not entirely.)

I totally get what you're saying about the 10 minutes stuff. I feel like I've completely lost the ability to sit still or do nothing or just relax. And in fact I get angry when people (ahem, husband, ahem) suggest it. Like, REALLY? Really you want me to STOP CLEANING UP AFTER YOU? No, really you don't want that. Think about it. Right. I thought so...

The Quinn Report said...

No hidden secret here either. I just try to make sure that all the things that people can see (like random friends that stop by during the day) are clean. What's behind the closed doors is a WHOLE different story. Do you have a "dirty room", or a room that you don't give a whole lot of attention to and throw everything and anything in sight in there? I do. That would be our office. Shit everywhere! Sssh... don't tell!

Laura said...

I love your 10 minute per room cleaning idea. Sometimes when I stop over to read you, I think we have so much in common and we should sit down and enjoy some cookies and coffee(you)and cappuccino(me)together, but then I realize that neither of us would be able to sit still that long without obsessing over things not getting done!

Do what you can and remember that the stacks of laundry will still be there tomorrow. Aren't they always? And you can never let the simple enjoyment of each day pass you by because you were too busy cleaning your toilets.

renee said...

Hey now ladies, I am neither obsessive compulsive nor am I an unhappy person. I like to throw shit away and get rid of things we don't regularly use to help with the clutter, but I still have clutter. I too, have my room upstairs that I can use to sort and keep stuff until I figure out where it should go. No one really goes up there so it's a great place to put all the stuff. Why do you think I had my husband tear that wall down? That office was becoming a great big closet on my first floor and it was driving me crazy!!! Besides, every time I come to your house it looks fabulous and neat just like mine looks to you. I love you!!!!!!!!!!

joanna said...

I said obsessive-compulsive because a great friend of mine has a very tidy house and she claims it is because she is obsessive. The Little People have a certain spot - each one - when they are cleaned up. I always liked having her come over when I had a gathering because if she happened to tidy up the kitchen afterward, she always did it better than I did. Have you tried Flylady? Is that where the 10 minute idea came from? I tried it long ago, but got fed up with all the emails she sends so I just tried to adopt a few of her ideas (with little success). I think I'll have to bookmard this post though so I can come back and read all the affirmation that it's okay to have a non-tidy house and it's also okay to want to have a tidy house! (Plus we are our own worst critic most of the time...)

Tracy said...

Okay, SO I have to comment on my own post. I think I am obsessive compulsive. Unfortunately, Joanna, I am very similar to your friend. Each little people set has its own home. Everything in both playrooms have and EXACT location.

Erin, I so feel like giving up sometimes too, but here is the thing. It is amazing the mood I am in when my house is clean and the laundry is done. My mom even can tell over the phone when the house is clean. There is some kind of rush I get from looking at a clean house. WHen it is a mess, I get a sick anxious feeling. I know, I am a little weird (I think that is where the compulsiviness comes in.)

Joanna, I didn't get the cleaning from the flylady, but I think I got the sink is empty, mom is happy idea from them.

Luckily, (or I guess unluckily) I don't have many stop by visitors, but Murphy's law says if I do, it is going to be the one time the house is a disaster, even if it is clean the other days of the week. Oh well.