I just realized that I may not be a Domestic Goddess.

 I was talking to a friend the other day about how it's hard to keep my house clean. I mean, I keep the basics clean, like beds made (actually Caleb does that), dishes washed (wait, Caleb does that too), garbage taken out (yep... still Caleb), and floors vacuumed (yay! apparently there is something that I do!).

But what is hard to keep up with is the dusting, toilets, bathtubs, and everything else. Back to my conversation with my friend, she said that she has trouble too and that she probably hasn't dusted at all this month. 

Which got me thinking... when was the last time I dusted at all? 

Answer: best estimate... at least a year.

I decided to actually dust something and turns out I didn't even have any of those little swiffer things. But hey, I figure if I've run out of them, then that means at one point I did dust.

It took two swiffer things to completely dust the house. Then the switch had been flipped and it was like seeing my house with new (clean) eyes. 

Like this dead carnation a lovely student gave me for Valentine's Day. It's been dead for about 60 days now. It's still standing in the same murky water. Ew.

The thought occurred to me that I am either one of two things: lazy or dirty. Neither of these labels is good. I've had my lazy moments, but I would never want to believe I am overall lazy as a person.

And then, I certainly don't want to be dirty. Sassy D raised me better. I was never embarrassed to have friends over because we always had a clean house.

You can't tell from this picture, but I bought another gerber daisy to transplant into the big pot. All I did was stick it on top of the dirt. I did not co-mingle them together. LAZY!

This hook is where I have meant to hang a beautiful fern. Haven't gotten around to that yet.

I have a book called The Queen of Clean and she has a cleaning schedule. To my dismay, dusting is a weekly chore, not a once yearly chore. Guess what else she has as a monthly chore? Cleaning makeup brushes. 

WHAT? 

I have had the same blush brush since the 8th grade and have never cleaned it.  DIRTY!

I really have no excuse. Sometimes I wish we had kids just so I could blame a messy house on them. 

"Oh! Please excuse our mess! The quads have been playing all day! I was too busy reading them the poetry of Elizabeth Barrett Browning to even notice how their blocks are strewn across the floor..."

(this will be an exact quote of something I will one day say because I want to have quadruplets (4 kids, one pregnancy = duh) and in my daydreams I read them poetry and then they snap their praise)

So.... all this to say that I am apparently super gross, but I have cleaned like a Tasmanian Devil today, so if you want to come over to our house, now is the time.  Except don't ask to borrow my blush brush because there is probably a family of dust mites living in the bristles.