So lately there hasn't been a bone in my body that has been motivated to clean. I come home each day, and think about cleaning. I might even think about cleaning while I'm at work. And at the time, it actually sounds good. But when I step foot into the door, it's the last thing I want to do. I might go into the kitchen and put away few dishes. Most days, I'll wipe down the counters. But that's where my energy and stamina come an abrupt halt.
It's been over a week since I've vaccumed. But in my defense, I can let it go that long because we don't have pets. I'm not even sure when the last time was that I actually completed a load of laundry. I seem to like to start loads, and not finish them. My husband complained about not having any clean boxers to wear yesterday and I told him he had two options: 1) Turn your boxers inside out, and wear them again, or 2.) new concept-Do your own load of laundry. He picked the latter. Seems he didn't want to smell funky, and that's understandable.
I on the other hand would rather go buy new underwear before washing a load of them- that's how bad it is. It might be a little early, but I'm really hoping that this nesting/cleaning obsession phase in pregnant women I hear so much about will kick in soon. Because right now, it's a whole lot more fun (and a lot less work!) to look at a dirty pile of laundry than it is to actually do something about it. Hopefully my husband can bear with me a little while longer, because I've been a horrible housewife, but I think I'll pull through.