Sometimes I look around at our insanely messy house, at the dust on the bookshelves and the crushed goldfish crackers on the dining room floor and the small cars Â lying underneath every piece of furniture, and I feel like curling up into the fetal position and gibbering like a crazy person. Â I have not, in ten years of marriage and six years of motherhood, even come close to figuring out how to keep this place clean. Â My grand housekeeping experiment of earlier this year came to nought, mostly because in our family of four, I am the only person who seems to care about keeping it clean. Â (Could this be related to the fact that I am the only Â female in the household? Â I wonder.)
It is at times like these that I need a reminder like this:
â€œMy theory on housework is, if the item doesn’t multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares. Why should you?â€
So said the great Erma Bombeck. Â Â She has a point, right?
Something to ponder.