Who knew being a slob could actually have a “positive” spin to it? Actually, I’m not so much of a slob as an overwhelmed mom. The chaos factor of a household rises in direct proportion to the ratio of children to adults, multiplied by the number of home improvement projects in the house. I’m not sure if that is an actual math problem, but the ensuing nightmare sure is. My home has been under some sort of renovation since 2005. That means that my youngest child has never lived in a normal home – you know, one without power tools laying about. Start looking closely at any photos I upload and you’ll notice more than the usual household debris. Seriously, how many people do you know who have a bucket of electrical components, a tile saw, and a power drill all at the ready in the dining room?
However, I did realize one thing as I was frantically picking up before the babysitter got here last night. As I carried a load of laundry downstairs, I realized that the bottle of bleach had been sitting by the tub long enough to be dusty. And not once have my kiddos dinked around with it. Why? Because there was so much other clutter in there that they must not have been able to see it.
Heaven help my kiddos if they ever live in a clean house. Suddenly all the outlets will be a temptation.