Its a messy messy life.

I love watching family shows of the 50's, 60's and 70's. Leave It to Beaver, I Love Lucy, The Brady Bunch. Such a slow, simple, CLEAN life, wasn't it? I mean....watch any Brady Bunch and do you EVER see dishes piled in the sink? Toys scattered accross the den? Or heck...even in that overflowing washing machine episode.....did you see one piece of clothing sitting in that laundry room? They had 6 kids for crying out loud and never anything in disarray. Those shows gave me false hope of what my life and home were to be. Did I ever picture myself in a dress, heals, and pearls welcoming my husband home? AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................no.
BUT I did imagine my life to be cleaner.

Clean -- that is such a simple word. I like the way it rolls off my tongue.........

Cleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnn.

My biggest fantasy is a house that is ahhhhh....how do you say it. Cleeeeeeeaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnn.

I get shivers just thinking about it. Not that I am saying we are slobs. I just mean -- well, how can I say this nicely about my home. Its cluttered in a very disorderly fashion. We do mop the floors once a week and vaccuum and do dishes and sweep and, and, and, and. But our home never looks like it belongs on tv. Heck, half the time my home isn't even PRESENTABLE to people I kinda know. I have told ~A~ on many a time that I hope none of my kids were in a serious accident that day because as soon as emergency services (911) came to my home, they would need to put a call into CPS (or child protective services for those of you non breeders) to have my children taken away because of unfit living conditions.

cllllllleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnn

I should have had an inkling as to what my home was to look like from my childhood. My mom stayed at home with us...but I don't remember our house being messy. (thank goodness my mother doesn't read this because I am SURE she would have a few choice words to say about this) I don't recall my brother, sister and I being NEAT freaks....but I dont' recall us being slobs either. I just remember our house feeling comfortable and "lived in". (I know ~A~ is shuddering hearing those words....."lived in") Isn't that just a nice way to say....hey, your house is trashed and apparently you really don't care about it. But nonetheless, I THOUGHT we were clllleeeeeaaaaaaannnnnn.

Why wasn't I told about the messes that kids could potentially make? I knew they, themselves, were messy. For crying out loud......they drool, leak, spew all sorts of liquids their first couple of years. But why do they feel the NEED to CREATE messes?

MESSY

See...that word just sticks in your mouth like too thick peanut butter. Oh and did you know how much of a mess peanut butter can make?!?!? How it leaves horrific greasy stains on clothes, carpets and walls? It does. I speak from experience. A very long and MESSY experience.

I could go on and on about the messes that have occurred in my home. And I am sure several of the bigger messes in my life will make it here to these pages. But until then I can only sit here and think

cllllleeeeeaaaaaan.

whisper it with me........

cllllllleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnn

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........................yes

clllleeeeaaaaan