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I'm not a bad housekeeper, I'm not a bad housekeeper, I'm not at bad housekeeper!!!! Contrary to my sister's opinion of me.
We were roommates my sophomore year in college... we rented a 2 bedroom duplex so we could both save money. Mind you, we had 'roomed' together our enitre lives... for the first 13 years of my life anyway, sharing a bedroom, living at home... but this was our first actual "living together" situation. I must say, I was shocked and appalled at the standard to which she endeavored to hold me!
All of the sudden I was expected to wash any dishes I used, clean up the bathroom after I made a mess in the morning, mop floors, vacuum, dust and even refill ice cube trays (remember those) whenever I used a few ice cubes! Mom never made me do EVERYTHING! She was always on me about being a slob and the house being a pigpen! So, after THAT raising, I became a really strict housekeeper of my own home. Clean as a whistle! You could eat off the floors. White glove test? No problem!
Until I had that second child. There is something about having TWO boys running around that make it a bit more challenging to keep a house clean. And the second boy was and IS like a tornado going through the house. I immediately know where he's been and what he's been doing the instant I walk in a room. Needless to say, my housekeeping has become a bit more relaxed, if nothing else, just to save my sanity.
But yesterday I decided I would do a thorough floor cleaning because that floor just never seemed to be clean no matter how much I swept! I start out with the vacuum but after several minutes I noticed that nothing was coming off the carpet! Those little pieces of dirt and lint were sticking like glue. Uh-oh. I turn off the vacuum, unplug it, and open it up... yep, broken belt. Must have been broken for awhile! Guess I've just been spinning my wheels for awhile now, using a broken vacuum cleaner!
Well, tomorrow (or next week) is another day. And, Sis? It's not my fault!