I am no domestic goddess. Cleaning house is not something that I am very good at, nor have I historically put a lot of effort into it. I do the bare minimum of cleaning to get by. Maybe that's just the way I've always been, maybe it's because Kyle and I have never lived in a place nice enough to really care about, maybe because cleaning up after him is like having a full time job (sorry Buddy, it's ture!). Add the dogs into the mix and it's a recipe for things to always be a mess and that's where my complaining begins today. Dogs.
Since having Avery I feel like I've made much more of an effort to keep our place clean and sanitary for her. I'm cleaning the kitchen nonstop (with no dishwasher this sucks), I'm sweeping and mopping weekly, vaccuming, keeping the bathroom clean, constantly picking up clutter, and trying not to drown in never ending laundry (having to trek up and down three flights of stairs with baby in the bjorn to do laundry sucks). So needless to say it's a lot of work to keep up with the cleaning for me.
IT DOES NOT HELP WHEN YOU GET POOPED AND PEED ON, LITERALLY! Seriously, waking up to a pug pooping in your bed and coming out in the living room and seeing a wet pee mark from the bulldog is enraging when you're doing your best to keep things clean for your baby. I just don't know what to do because these dogs are driving me crazy. I am so happy Peyton doesn't sleep with us anymore, now I would give anything to get Grahm out of the bed. It's just gross (the pooping is not a rare thing, happens at least once a week). And I have to wash everything each time!!
I love my dogs, I love my dogs, I love my dogs. I keep trying to tell myself this even though in the back of my mind I just keep thinking that life would be so much simpler without them. I know we would never give them up, they've been part of our lives too long. What we really need is a change in living situation. They need a backyard. I need a washing machine. Sigh, one day.
A Little of Life Lately
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