One day, about 8-10 years from now, I will throw open your bedroom door and look around with disgust at the state of your room. The one you are expected to maintain. It will be a disaster zone.
I will haughtily sniff, turn up my nose and threaten to lock up your iPod Neenonanomini until you clean that pigsty up. You will already know what I'm thinking without me saying, because I've said it a billion times before, "Humans can't POSSIBLY live like this. It's disgusting." It'll look something like this:
You can call me a hypocrite on that day. I officially give up, and only hope between now and some point in the future, I earn enough to pay someone to do this tedious cleaning up baloney for me...
Ha! Good thing neither of you are worried about the mess, or Santa would totally get involved! ;)
ReplyDeleteLooks waaaaaaayyyy better than the state of my house right now. :(
ReplyDeleteThere's no way I'm posting a pic.
Hopefully that tidbit of information makes you feel better. :)
Ummm. My house is in a constant state of disarray. Running around cleaning up after the kids is a full time job in it's self. I call uncle and remind myself that my children won't remember the time spent keeping the house in show home appearances, but they will remember the quality time we spend together.
ReplyDelete(ps. I lived in a house that was always "perfect" and clean. I hated it. It never felt like "home" and I was never comfortable there. To this day I have never spent a day there since I moved out 12 yrs ago)