Cleaning

This is an extremely random post but hey I haven't done any of those since Emmett was born...so I'm due.

I am a bit of neat freak, but I HATE cleaning. Weird huh? I mean I want everything picked up and put away and in its place. That I like doing and pretty much do automatically. I wish my other half was the same way, but alas he is not. I hate soap scum, dirty counters, toothpaste crusties in the sink, dust balls behind door jams, dirty floors, yucky base boards, dust, and I could go on, but won't. These things require vacuuming, mopping, and cleaning products. It is such a production to get it all out and do it. Even when I do it on a regular basis it still takes forever. I feel like I have better things to do with my time. But unfortunately I am unable to keep the house "clean" so I am forced to spend time cleaning. Yuck! I like the result and feel like I can actually live in my house awhile without feeling absolutely disgusted. I just hate the process. It totally grinds on my nerves too that my husband NEVER notices the filth. So if I let it get a bit gross he doesn't notice. Like I think maybe he'll just notice and surprise me by cleaning. Um No. I am disappointed every time I think this. I don't even know why it still even crosses my mind. He will be walking barefoot on the tile and have something poke him or stick to his foot and he just peels it off and throws it back on the floor. Kills me! Now he will clean, I just have to point out that it's dirty and needs cleaning, but I am annal enough that I don't always like how he does it. I feel like he's not thorough enough and does it too fast. So, while I appreciate his help, its just better when I do it. So then we're back to I HATE cleaning. It's such a production and time consuming process. Urg! So can you guess what I have spent all morning and early afternoon doing? I cleaned. The house was gross. I am weird. O-well. I sure all reading have their own weird quirks.