I don't like cleaning... or glitter.

Being a grown up sucks.

I mean you have to be... gulp... responsible, cook and clean, and take care of other people and like, keep them alive or some crap.
                                     

I mean, seriously, did life not get the memo that I'm probably lucky to be alive. Seriously. I have the delicately trained palate of a four year old. My friends are all like, "Ooo... I really want some sushi..." and I'm just like, "Dude. Fishsticks. Ahhh... with mac n cheese. Totes."

 

But I totally and completely utterly loathe cleaning. This should not be a surprise to anyone. Especially anyone who knew me as a teenager. I would seriously have so much clutter and crap in the back floorboard of my car that the only person who could ride back there was the girl with no legs. Hand to God, the total truth. And Hubs was such a trooper. Well, that was when he was Boyfriend, but poetaytoe, poetahtoe.

That really doesn't translate well to the written word, let's call it off. ;) So, he would try to clean out my car... and then it'd be back to that same shape a month later. So, really, he should have known what he was getting into.

Now we've been married for like nine-ish years and I haven't really changed that much, except that through therapy, I've realized...

So... I don't. A lot. But my kids still do. The buggers are like all up in my business being crazy, makin messes, and I'm like, "Who exactly do you think is gonna clean this up, scooter?" But the carry on with the paper shredding, and the toy throwing, and the glitter. The effing glitter. I hate glitter. I mean I love it... as a concept or thing not brought into my house. I used to love it in all it's beautiful facets... until The Girl found the glitter. See, I thought it would be a cute idea to make them an activity corner. It was until I got crap down, got too lazy and forgetful to put it up, and The Girl found glitter.

I finally got around to sweeping my house and I think I found enough glitter on my floor to sparkle up a whole club full of plus-sized strippers.