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Showing posts with label cleaning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cleaning. Show all posts

Friday, August 2, 2013

ew

I've got a confession to make. I am a lousy housekeeper. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking  "But Snarky, you have two teenagers living at home, off for the summer! How can your house be a disaster?" Well, let me just explain. Yes, I DO have two teens, yes they are home for the summer. But they aren't much on cleaning. I'm not saying they don't clean, but.... wait, yes I am. THEY DON'T CLEAN.

Let me give you an example, and please believe me when I tell you that I had NO intentions on posting this picture, but my friend Sio basically forced me into it. She saw it in my living room and said "Oh you have to blog about that." At first I was like, "No, I'm embarrassed, everyone will know I'm a terrible housekeeper." But the more I talked with her, the more I realized that the house is NOT just my house. The residents of my house really DO need to help me keep it clean. And that's why I asked 15 to please get a dust rag and some Pledge and clean the bottom of the coffee table. Instead, I found this:
For those of you who can't read it, it says "My mom is a shitty housekeeper"

That's right, it says 'ew'. Thank you, 15, instead of cleaning it, you pointed out to me that the dust is so thick on the bottom of the coffee table that you can write your memoirs there. Instead of helping me out, you took it upon yourself to judge my cleaning skills. But you only succeeded in making MORE work for yourself. Because when you get home from band camp today, you will not only have 'ew' to clean up, but you'll also have the 'gross' dust on the bookshelf, the 'nasty' dog snot on the windows and the 84 lbs. of 'yuck!' dog hair on the hardwood floors to clean as well.

Perhaps the next time I ask you to do something, you will forgo writing your opinions on the dust and just clean it up so I don't have to call you out on my blog.

By the way, if you look REALLY closely, you can see cat paw prints in the dust. Dumbass just wanted to leave her mark in the dust to remind me why I call her Dumbass.