Que sera! My house is a disaster, and we pick it up once a week only to have it disasterize itself again in a couple days anyway. And we harp on the kids, but in the same way my folks harped on me, so obviously it’s just in my genes and so fuck it.
My house is also spotless if we have people by, but during the week, things just pile up, and we just keep our heads above water.
That worked fine until kids, now it’s like trying to manage a barn
Que sera! My house is a disaster, and we pick it up once a week only to have it disasterize itself again in a couple days anyway. And we harp on the kids, but in the same way my folks harped on me, so obviously it’s just in my genes and so fuck it.
My house is also spotless if we have people by, but during the week, things just pile up, and we just keep our heads above water.
I haven’t gone that far yet, I always imagined a cordoned-off area of safety. I’m just now realising how stupid I was. I hope you all make it. 🫶