Friday, January 21, 2011
shame on me
I was mortified when the neighbor knocked at my door this afternoon. On any normal day this would not have been a problem but today...I was mortified. Dishes piled in the sink. Keira's toys strewn about about the floor. Boxes of craft goodies sitting on every surface. I sigh even now, as I think back. All the friendly neighbor wanted was to ask if I could feed his daughter's hamster while they're gone. Little did he know that my entire afternoon was filled with a twinge of regret due to the unexpected visit. If only I could keep house like the idyllic 50's wife and make it to the door without falling into a disaster area.
I've been so preoccupied lately that I wasn't even aware of my messy life until I was forced to notice it. Valentine's Day is coming soon, as we all are aware (or should be at least :) and I've been making things to sell in my shop. These last two weeks I have surrendered myself, my family, and my poor cats, Oliver and Savy, to my creative addiction. Turns out I was neglecting the very ones whom I love the most, all for the sake of my fancies. Shame on me.
I need to know the secret of living without being obsessed with only one thing at a time. That way I might be able to clean up once in a blue moon. At least I don't have a stickler for a husband who insists the house always be clean and neat. Thank you, Howie B :)
So...how does your house look these days?