It has been made clear to me over the nine years of my marriage that I am a mediocre housekeeper. I admit it! Scrubbing toilets and dusting tchotchkes just isn't my jam. But even I have my limits. This evening, the clutter started closing in on me. I started I the kitchen - ground zero for family clutter in my house. Once I got going on the kitchen, I started buzzing into the living room and laundry rooms. The kids were in bed and T was channel surfing.
After I walked in front of the tube for about the fifth time, he looked at me and asked, very concerned, "Are you okay?"
Me, puzzled, "Um, yes? I'm just cleaning." I know it isn't a daily occurrence, but seriously! It isn't that rare!
"We'll, you just seem a little grumpy."
Yes, T, cleaning up everyone's clutter makes me crabby. Do you want neat or do you want chipper? Because you can't have both.
