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I Utterly Fail at Doing Chores (Sometimes)

I'm not obsessive about things being in certain spots and all lined up a la Adrian Monk, but I do usually keep things sanitary and mostly tidy. My home is comfortable and, I hope, welcoming!

Now, Jeremy and I do differ on some preferences here. He likes things to be in their proper place, straight, organized, lined up. I like things to be mostly there. This has led to certain interesting discussions over the years.

"Um, why is your purse on the couch?"
"Oh, because I just put it there when I got home."
"Is that where it goes?"
"?"
*picks up purse and places in bedroom
"But now I can't get to it easily."
*stares

Now on this particular issue, we've reached an agreement. I put my purse on the floor in the living room out of the way. It's not in our room, but neither is it on the couch.

There are other fun discussions I could post, but I digress. Let's discuss how somehow this week has just gotten away from me. You know the feeling? I've started to do the things around the house that need to be done: laundry, dishes, vacuuming, etc. And yes, Jeremy helps out so much! But this week has been one of those weeks. I just can't seem to finish anything.

I feel like we have these expectations that our house should be spotless all the time, but that's just not reality. We all have those moments of panic when someone asks if they can stop by and we realize our house looks like a bomb exploded. But we don't talk about it. We pretend that our homes are perfect and stress out when they're not.

Well friends, here is your relief. Your freedom. Be liberated! Here's my house in its current state. Don't judge.

You see I did vacuum and put away the ironing board. The iron and vacuum have mysteriously remained behind.

 Here, you see that I have been hot gluing stuff at my work desk. A couple of napkins, my headset, a pen, a coaster, and a pizza flier complete the ensemble.

And yes, that is a Star Wars Destroyer by the water bottle and to the right of the partition is a Millennium Falcon!

Happily, these are now in the dishwasher. Honestly, I can only blame laziness for this one. 





I did do the laundry... it's just not folded and put away.

And to the right you'll see remnants from North Carolina Comic-Con hanging out in the front room area.

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  1. LOL! When did you sneak into my house and take pictures?? I can relate. :-)

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