I think I've written about this before, somewhere. I may have been on Facebook or just in my journal, but this is a bridge I've crossed before, many times. I hate having a messy kitchen, let alone a messy house. But somehow, that is just the wake I leave behind me. My intentions are pure, and clean, but the result doesn't seem to measure up. I leave behind a stray plate, an unwashed pot, or a lone spaghetti noodle that didn't make it into someone's mouth.
I have friends (two in particular, T and E) who could be cooking a 10 course meal in their kitchens while remodeling the living room, and the house would look impeccable. It is a gift, a gift I am desperate to have. The ability to just be tidy. My hubby says that it can't be that hard, and maybe it isn't for some, but it is a challenge for me. It has nothing to do with two kids or any of the other excused I've come up with. It just is a gift, and like any other skill, it is one I have to work at. I will persevere. Now I am going to go get that spaghetti noodle.
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