I apologize in advance for anyone who came here looking for a post about the documentary on The Sex Pistols. While I would be happy to discuss that film at length, this post is actually about my house.
My house is a mess and it is completely my fault. I am a terrible housekeeper. I am actually a pretty crappy house wife. I suck at cleaning and cooking. I don’t do crafts or dinner parties. I’m a half-assed grocery shopper as I usually forget at least one item even if it is on the list and I remember to take the list with me. I’m decent at the mom part, but I let the kids watch too much tv.
My point is, my house is messy and I am angry about it. I am mad at myself for letting it get this bad and I am mad because I can’t motivate myself to fix the problem.
Well, sort of.
Yesterday I hired someone to come deep clean my house.
It isn’t cheap either.
This is the deal I made myself: Instead of taking my Strollerderby money to the wine store (like I usually do) I am going to spend that money on the cleaning this month.
This way I won’t have filth or fury.
I might be thirsty, or forced to drink 2-buck-chuck but at least my house will be clean.