Grew Up In A Messy House
I grew up in a messy house. My mom worked a full job and dad never lifted a finger to help out. Friends could not come over due to the embarrassement. What made it worse was that my dad's family lived near by and their houses where perfect. I do mean eat off from the floor perfect. I think that is what caused the embarrassment. Looking back I see how living in a perfect house like theirs was just as bad as having a messing one. Heck my grandma had plastic on the walk ways of her carpet. When she vaccumed the carpet had to all go in one direction or she'd continue vacuming. LIving in such a sterile house would be horrible. I'd rather live in a messy one than type of house. My place today is not perfect and I don't strive for it to be perfect either. I am ok with it looking lived in. I do the normal stuff but not perfectly. When I vaccum I do not ever move furniture around. I just vaccum around it. I dust but I don't move anything. I do my dishes but let them air dry. Yes I have a cat and yes there is cat hair on her favorite chair. Get over it and move on. After all it is her chair. I know how it is to be in a perfect clean house, it makes me uncomfortable so I will not do that to myself or my guest. If you don't like it move on and don't come in. I am not changing for anyone. At least my house dose not stink.