My best friend is seriously housekeeping challenged. We live in different states, but last time I was home, she had surgery and while she was in the hospital, I went to her house and cleaned. I probably spent a total of 8 hours over 3 days cleaning her house. I did things like clean out and reorganize her linen cupboard, go through her medicines and chuck everything that was expired (she had things that had expired in 2002, and expired kids meds, and multiple open bottles because they'd just go buy more when they couldn't find something), and even braved the garage to clear out some of her DH's junk and the trash (things like a broken aquarium--yes, glass all over--and dryer lint caked to the floor. I swear the place is a fire hazard) to clear a decent amount of clean space around her washer and dryer.
My mom has said she'd be happy to go over and teach her how to clean her own house--times when I've tried to help her, we tend to talk and get nothing done. But my friend is too embarassed for that. But she's embarassed about her house, too. Her DH is even worse than she is, the only time he lifts a finger to clean up the yard is when the city threatens to fine them. Their backyard is a hazardous waste dump, except for a small space cleared for the kids to play, with fencing mostly around it.
They own their house, but it's really small (2 bedroom and they have 2 kids), there is limited storage, it's like 60 years old, and maintenance just tends not to get done. Her DH is the king of the half-finished project. Like he took off the baseboards to sand the hardwood floor, and never put them back on. He owned the house before they married, and my friend hates it and I think that's part of why she doesn't like to clean.
I'm so jealous that they own a house, and sometimes just want to rail at her for not appreciating what she has and taking care of her stuff. But does cleaning for her really help? Or am I just letting her be lazy?
I'm moving back to our hometown, 20 min. from her, in the spring. I really am going to have to go clean her house if I want to be able to take my DD and niece (who is about the age of her older daughter) over there to play. I'm not a super housekeeper, but at least I manage to keep things safe and not filthy, even if stuff is cluttered at times in my house. I don't think she'd EVER wiped down her washer and dryer, which are in a dusty, dirty garage. And I won't eat at her house unless it's takeout, I'm afraid of her kitchen. Seriously. I was barely able to make a dent there.
My mom has said she'd be happy to go over and teach her how to clean her own house--times when I've tried to help her, we tend to talk and get nothing done. But my friend is too embarassed for that. But she's embarassed about her house, too. Her DH is even worse than she is, the only time he lifts a finger to clean up the yard is when the city threatens to fine them. Their backyard is a hazardous waste dump, except for a small space cleared for the kids to play, with fencing mostly around it.
They own their house, but it's really small (2 bedroom and they have 2 kids), there is limited storage, it's like 60 years old, and maintenance just tends not to get done. Her DH is the king of the half-finished project. Like he took off the baseboards to sand the hardwood floor, and never put them back on. He owned the house before they married, and my friend hates it and I think that's part of why she doesn't like to clean.
I'm so jealous that they own a house, and sometimes just want to rail at her for not appreciating what she has and taking care of her stuff. But does cleaning for her really help? Or am I just letting her be lazy?
I'm moving back to our hometown, 20 min. from her, in the spring. I really am going to have to go clean her house if I want to be able to take my DD and niece (who is about the age of her older daughter) over there to play. I'm not a super housekeeper, but at least I manage to keep things safe and not filthy, even if stuff is cluttered at times in my house. I don't think she'd EVER wiped down her washer and dryer, which are in a dusty, dirty garage. And I won't eat at her house unless it's takeout, I'm afraid of her kitchen. Seriously. I was barely able to make a dent there.




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