Mrs. Bad Example

Here is my Simpson's Avatar. She's got a twitchy eye.



My eye is twitching because I have been a maniac attempting to keep the place spotless for showings. As you probably know, we recently put our house on the market. This action has impressed upon me the importance of decluttering and dusting. I was doing quite well until 2 days ago. That's when my bathroom sink was on the newly cleaned carpet of my newly cleaned master bedroom awaiting a cold water stem and a special piece of metal that would secure the pedestal sink bowl securely to the wall of the bathroom. Apparently the cold water stem that we needed can't be found in any Home Depot and very few hardware stores. We found the part we needed in an Ace Hardware store in Aston, PA. Good Neighbor Leftist was able to fashion the piece of metal to secure the sink from a piece of metal found in Troll's toolbox.

Meanwhile, I am tackling the closets. It is not for the faint of heart. We have 10 years of crap in those closets and Troll is a pack rat. He's sick, man, sick. I have had to enlist the assistance of my Mother In Law to deal with his insanity in the basement and garage. He gets mean and it doesn't faze MIL - - she just threatens him with a broom until he throws the broken stuff away. I'm too tired to do that crap.

The girls are wonderful and actually very long suffering throughout this ordeal. Enter Grizzly Mama - the Mrs. Bad Example of the title of this entry. We as parents sometimes forget that the little ones are watching every single thing we do. They don't forget and the worst part (sometimes) is that they will emulate the parent. Not a good idea lately. I have been cussing entirely too much. I am unhappy and worried and bloated and PMS'ing much too often due to the little 'change' that we all know happens to women of my age. It sucks.

I have decided that there is a very good reason that my house is dusty and cluttered. Here it is: I would rather enjoy spending time with my kids reading and talking and finding answers to burning questions and sitting out on the porch b.s.ing with the neighbor moms while the kids play and have a good time. It's just not WORTH it to stress about the frigging dust. My God! One could dust every single day and the next day the frigging dust is there again. It just doesn't stay un-dusty. One could find it a full time job secretly throwing away Troll's insane, broken keepings in the basement, closets and garage. As if it's not a full enough time job keeping the kids cleaned, fed and in clean clothes with clean beds and getting that curriculum done and running them to all the activities that they are involved in and getting them settled at night at fairly the same time or so.

I would rather have a dusty, cluttered house than have this clean, spotless, and shining, uncluttered house and the effort it takes to keep it that way leaving me as Mrs. Bad Example.

I know it has to be done. Those closets are going to need to be cleaned out and that crap in the basement needs to be gone through, sorted, thrown out and stored again. We can't move all that crap. It would be crazy.

*twitch*