While I’ve never been a neat freak or OCD about a clean house, I still prefer cleanliness to messiness. I don’t freak over a little clutter, but when it comes to mounds of clutter, it’s a different story. Through the years I’ve accepted my house is never going to be perfect not because I don’t try but because anytime I clean it automatically is messy again. Here is a prime example of what I will call a “cleaning fail”. I decided to clean my pantry, and I scrubbed the shelves and spent hours organizing it. I checked the expiration dates on the food in the pantry, and then mopped the floors. I finally had organization bliss in one small portion of my house. Then today happened, and one of my dogs got into the pantry and knocked down brown sugar, and it went everywhere on my clean floors. My dogs were sweet enough to try and clean it up for me but unfortunately they made the situation worse since the brown sugar became sticky. If it’s not the dogs making a mess, it’s my daughter. Instead of sweating over a perfectly cleaned house I am thankful, I’m not a hoarder and try to keep that mentality when situations like this arise. Life is too short to be worried about every inch of my house being immaculate. Although, I wish I had that kind of time, wouldn’t it be great?
Can anyone else relate or am I living on an island alone???