My kitchen looks so lovely right now. It's really clean. I have worked very hard at it this morning while Olivia slept. The counters have been wiped, the dishes are all done, I even swept the floor. If company unexpectedly dropped by I would not be embarrassed. I love it when things are clean.
Unfortunately I seem to truly suck at keeping things that way. Sigh. And every time someone moves in my house they leave a mess in their wake. That, in my opinion, is what makes housework so incredibly frustrating. It never lasts and you have to clean the exact same thing over and over and over.... makes me want to scream " just don't touch ANYTHING" at my kids and husband. But alas, I don't think that would accomplish the desired results from my 3 and 4 year old sons. I just don't think they have the same... respect (obsession)... with cleanliness that I do. Shocking, I know.
Ok, I was just about to finish this post when I heard my 3 year old son, Owen, rooting around in my lovely clean kitchen. So I went to find out what the little monkey was up too. And of course he was making a mess. He apparently wanted to make some scrambled eggs. He had gotten the eggs out of the fridge and the pan out of the cupboard and was attempting to crack the eggs into the pan. One was all over the floor. The other was poised in the air for cracking. So I rushed in and shoved the pan under the second egg, catching it just in time. Then my darling son, wanting to be helpful, grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped up the egg on the floor with it. Well, more smeared the egg all over the floor than wiped it up. But the point was he was trying to be helpful. So I made my son scrambled eggs. And now the dishes are no longer all done and my kitchen no longer looks spotless. Sigh. That sure didn't take long. I should have taken a picture as proof that sometimes my kitchen does get cleaned.