Competing for the Role of June Cleaver

Or maybe not.

I've become a terrible housekeeper. I'm not sure if it's the being 33 weeks pregnant, although I'd expect better nesting out of myself. Or if it is the fact when I do clean, it looks like hell within 20 minutes. Or the fact that I have a 17 month old. And two, slobbering, shedding basset hounds. And a slobbering, shedding husband.

Just so I don't gross anyone out, I will say that I have a very clean kitchen. Food prep areas should be clean and free of nasty germs (remember that I have food safety issues). Of course there's alot of clutter in neatly stacked piles on my kitchen counters. No matter how many times I nag kindly remind Tate to keep his shit stuff in one spot, it seems to spread like a disease over the entire counter top. To be fair, the junk mail, book club remittance slips, bills, doctor's appointment reminder cards, birthday party invitations, and coupons also multiply. Rapidly. Like a bunch of horny rabbits. I can hardly keep up.

I feel compelled also to tell you that I do vacuum and dust twice per week. In fact, I usually like things to be very tidy and organized. I just have no energy for doing the "deep" cleaning that is desperately needed.

For reasons beyond my control, I'm going to share some pictures of my inadequate homemaking skills. I can't believe I'm showing you these pictures. If I ever host a blogger get-together I swear the house will be clean, organized, and completely free of fur.



I have a good excuse for the office. It's all Peanut's fault. He just doesn't entertain himself well when Mommy's "busy" reading blogs.



See the fur growing on top of the molding? Totally disgusting. I'm so ashamed. I did clean this right after I took the picture.



Why bother putting the toys away when Peanut's just going to get them all out again? He doesn't actually play with any of them anyway. The toys only purpose is to be spread out EVERYWHERE so that he can trip on them and cry like a baby.



I've needed to organize my closet since we moved in. But since I keep procreating, I need all these clothes since I've been a variety of sizes from 4 through ohmygawdthatsanenormousass in these past two years.

You know the saddest part? In the time it took to take these silly pictures, upload them, put them on Photobucket, write the post, and upload the photos from Photobucket into the post, I probably could have gotten a little cleaning done. I guess you can see where my priorities lie.

Stayed tuned later this week when I tell you all about my outdoor landscaping abilities. Sneak preview: They're worse than my housekeeping skills.