After yesterday’s post I received a comment in response from my friend, Sandra. She said something like all of us having aspects which multiply at crazy rates. Mine being children and hers being mess.
I read the comment and laughed.
Then I looked around me.
I stopped laughing.
My home is not a showhome.
The carpet needed hoovering again – it had been done once this morning already. I’d already put my fourth load of washing of the day in the machine, hung one load, dried one load in the drier and had thrown another load in after. There’s another basketful of clean laundry waiting to be hung outside once the first outdoor lot is dry enough to bring in and the dishwasher had a whole new load to whirr away with.
The bathrooms had been cleaned. The living room dusted, the mirrors and tv screen wiped of sticky fingerprints. The kitchen had been breakfasted in then cleaned up afterwards yet still nothing looked like it had been done. It all looked like it needed doing again even though I get up at five every morning to ensure that all these bits and pieces are done.
Yet still nothing looks like it has been done.
It’s just gone ten am as I’m writing this post. There’s a whole day of mess waiting to be created on top of the mess that is already present. My living room looks like a cross between Twister and Toy Story. My kitchen looks like I should be donning a nylon overall, what with the amount of laundry taking up room in it and the downstairs bathroom… well, what can I say except why can’t boys aim straight?
I always feel I need to apologise if people come over. My eyes see what they must see, mess and dust and heaps of toys and books everywhere.
I look at people’s photos and wonder how everything looks so neat and tidy in the background. You are unlikely to see a photo of mine unless a) I can crop all the crap from it or b) it is taken in the one corner that is decent at that moment in time. More likely “a”. I look at some people’s pictures and think, “Oh come on! You have got to have cropped that!”. Is it wrong to admit that it makes me feel better to spot a picture tilted on the wall, or a laundry basket peeking in a corner of the background?
Let me demonstrate.
Here is a photo taken about an hour ago of the kids settling down to lessons (you can click on the picture to make it bigger if you want to take a closer look):
This would normally be kept private. It wouldn’t be for the public to see and certainly not on the www. Can you understand why? Can you see it all?
Let me help you:
And I only didn’t continue labelling it because I ran out of room.
Now I need your reassurance. Please tell me your home isn’t a showhome either. And what would really be welcome are photos. I need proof of cropped photos. The neat version where you’ve chopped the mess out and the real life, let’s-make-Tania-feel-better version of the same pic before you’ve doctored it.
Go ahead, make my day.
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