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I have really been trying hard to keep up on the housework for the last week. I am tired of living in a mess. I kept telling myself that if the other four tribe members have to wallow in their own disgustingness for any amount of time they might start appreciating a clean place to live, see how hard it is to be the maid and cook, and pitch in to help keep it shiny. No such luck. The kids think they aren't required to clean up after themselves. So then I decided to stay up for two days straight and clean like a crazy woman right down to scrubbing all of the floors on my hands and knees. Everything freshly scoured and shiny and clean. That lasted until the morning of the third day. Now I am back to picking up soggy cereal from under the table, sorting laundry, and loading the dishes into the dishwasher from last night. With five people in one tiny space cleaning up can't be an occasional thing. It has to be a constant effort on everyone's part. So much for my efforts.

Posted by gwendolyn on January 13, 2002 at 11:30 AM