~I'm throwing in the towel, and the mop and the broom

I will gladly come and clean your house, and enjoy every second of it, but when it comes to my own you can forget it. For some reason when it comes to cleaning my house I get so overly frustrated, I end up stomping around about ready to pull my hair out!!!!! I love a clean house, but when it comes to the cleaning I turn my nose up at it. Now I am not afraid to get dirty, scrub the bathtub, or clean the fridge, I just get plain overwhelmed. When I start cleaning my house, I somehow convince myself that no matter how long or hard I clean it will always always be dirty and something else will always need cleaning. It really feels like a never ending story. Maybe it's due to the fact that every time you go outside here, you end up tracking in sand no matter how hard you try not to. Or maybe it's the climate, and for some reason I don't associate hot and humid with being clean. Or maybe I should just blame my mama and my grandma for having ridiculously clean houses, I mean impeccably clean houses, all the time. Of course when I think about it they are a little obsessive compulsive about their houses. I need a maid or a bull dozer. Maybe one day soon I will be able to find my cleaning zen and get this house in tip top shape.

Oh cleaning, how you stress me so.

Yes ya'll spring is almost here, and Brent and I are trying to clean up as much as we can. Brent likes to spread things out everywhere, it looks like Bass Pro Shops blew up in our house most of the time, especially if Brent is headed off to a tournament. I on the other hand get the nickname "the crammer." I get so overwhelmed sometimes I just put it in a drawer and get in out of my sight. This leads to many a lost item, mostly for Brent. So while Brent is working on his ultimate fishing room, building shelves in the back yard as we speak, I'm trying to get everything dusted and vacuumed and cleaned, just so I can relax. I'm sure some of you know how I feel. If only I could hire a maid.