I also have a messy house. 2 bedroom apartment, and too many *things*. I just have too much stuff. Our bookcases are monsters - they hold books, art supplies, shoes, pictures, flashlights, bubbles, trinkets and more. Our 2 computer desks are mountains of papers and magazines. I have a trash can that sits on top of my desk, so DS won't dump it out. There's also fingernail clippers, TV/stereo remotes, lotions, socks, video game boxes, recipe books...it's a mess. The TV has about 20 CD jewel cases stacked precariously on top. The coat rack is holding ALL of our coats, jackets, carriers, and scarves. Even though we use less than half of them regularly. The front room/dining room L-shaped living space is nearly constantly covered in toys, clothes, and other miscellaneous things (snack wrappers, pen caps, discarded bibs, and so on). We generally do one good pick-up and vacuum per week. It's about all I can handle. I just hate doing a good clean, only to have it messed up again in a matter of hours. The kitchen is a constant headache. It's too small and dim for me to want to spend any length of time in there. I always say I'm going to keep up on the dishes, and I rarely do. This past week, we've run the dishwasher nearly daily, but only because DH has been so dilligent on emptying it while I'm cooking dinner, which is difficult enough just for lack of space with 2 people in there. I only sweep and mop when I can tell I'm stepping on stuff. I do have the baby gate up so it's only myself and DH who can get in, at least. I hate to admit that we had cockroaches in our apartment a year and a half ago. It really pushed me into a bit of depression. I HATED waking up to a kitchen crawling with roaches. It disgusted me. I would spend 10 mintues or so just killing as many as I could find. Finally had some termination people come over, and it really did help. I think the roaches were a neighbor's fault, rather than my own, because my cleaning habits have not changed since then, but we stopped seeing any more once the neighboring apartment was vacant for a couple months. We've been pest-free for such a nice while now. Too bad a mouse has started lurking around over the past week
We hear it between the oven and stove-top, where the gas burners are, and I heard it chewing *something* in the pantry a few days ago. The pantry is one of the few storage places in my house...in addition to food, it holds boxes of dishes we don't have in the cupboards, and stuff like that.
Our bedroom is embarassing. We have our matresses on the floor, the bed is NEVER made, and DH doesn't put laundry in baskets, he discards them on the floor next to the bed (he lovingly refers to it as a "guard pile", the goof). I started taking after his habits, so our room is generally covered in laundry, to the point where you don't really see the floor. We do laundry as needed (like, "Honey, I have no more garments, can we run a load?"), and all at once. If we're having a good day, we do get it folded and put away on the same day. If not, it will sit in a basket, usually in the hallway, until we use all the clothes, or for a week or two, whichever comes first.
The bathrooms are typically harder for me than the kitchen is. Don't look at my toilets!! The kid's potty is clean, at least!! I will clean the bathrooms really well when I know I'm having company over, but otherwise, it doesn't happen until I can't stand it anymore. DH may take the initiative on cleaning the kitchen for me or with me, but the bathroom is apparently my domain, and well, I don't do it well.
I told myself when we moved into this apartment 2.5 years ago that I was going to create a cleaning schedule and stick to it. But, I didn't. I would always rather be doing something different. I haven't mastered my self-discipline enough to stay on top of things. I am grateful that I only have a 2 bedroom apartment to deal with, because when things get bad, it only takes part of a day of hard work to get it back in order. If I had a larger house, I can see myself getting overwhelmed. Still, there are days I want to just sweep an entire tabletop into a garbage bag and toss it out, never looking back. I feel like if I did a super decluttering, we'd have less mess, an easier space to clean, and feel happier. I always feel better after we've cleaned. Sometimes I stop and think "Cleanliness is next to Godliness" and "no unclean thing can enter into Heaven", and look at my house, and just inwardly groan. I hope I will get better in my lifetime! But it will take baby steps.
But yes, I'm among those who just don't invite people over, except on rare occasions, and those who only open the door enough to be talked to and not see into my apartment. I'm so glad I dont' have friends who just drop by, I think I would die.
Anyway, slightly changing the subject here...
DS went into Nursery for the first time yesterday. It was okay, but not great. I stayed there for about 10-15 minutes until he was well distracted by toys, and took my leave. He was fine and happy until they closed the partition and put the toys away in preparation for lesson/snack/music time. Then he lost it. I told them explicitly to bring him to me if he seemed inconsolable (and I used the excuse that he vomits when he gets very upset, although that hasn't happened since he was much younger...although he still gags as if he will vomit, if he's too far gone...), mostly because in the short time I was there, they kept talking about how they had no problems letting the kids just cry after their parents left, because they were almost always fine in about 5 minutes. So anyway, they did bring him to me, and I nursed him and tried to get him to go back. He was pretty tired, unfortunately, from a very unrestful night with teething. But when we got back in, it was goldfish snack time, and he *just* discovered these a couple weeks ago and loves them, so he sat down happily with the other kids.
I left again at music time, went back to my primary class to teach my half of the lesson, and DH went to the nursery, just planning to hang outside of the door if all looked ok. But he was already wailing loudly by the time he got there, so he just stayed inside with DS for the rest of the time.
I hope it will get better in a few weeks, as he gets used to the routine of it, but the teachers make me a little nervous. Every time I was in there, for the entire time I was there, one of the Sisters was just totally involved with chatting with parent, only interacting with the kids when they got into screaming matches over toys. And the other Sister didn't seem like she was really a kid-person, either...when one girl asked for more snacks, she kept bluntly saying, "No! No more snacks, all done!" as if the asking for more was really getting on her nerves.
I'm worried that DS's temperment combined with the types of teachers in Nursery will be a bad combination and he won't take well to Nursery. Which makes me a little sad, because the teachers in the older Nursery, that my daughter was in just last year, were *fantastic*, wonderful people who the kids just *adored*. Why does it seem like DS's nursery leaders just don't care?