Monday, November 10, 2008

Hmmmm...Where Did I Put My Keys?

I like to think I'm a pretty clean person. At least at heart. I'm much less so when I have to follow two toddlers around, cleaning up the wake of choas and mayhem they leave behind them wherever they go. But usually, all things being equal, I prefer to be clean. At least tidy. But I occasionally get a pile going--full of things I really need to take care of but have no desire to think about for at least 10 years. Like bills and taxes and mortgages and chain letters. I don't dust as often as I should. Especially under things and over things and around things. I avoid looking at my baseboards--I'm afraid of what I might find. I could do better as a housekeeper, it's true. But I probably won't until my children can go at least 5 hours without spilling anything or emptying everything out onto everything else, or smearing something colorful onto something non-colorful. Until then, it's damage control only. I know my husband wishes I were better at keeping up with the messes. And I know I wish maids would suddenly arrive on my doorstep every week and insist I sit down to catch up on taped episodes of My stery Diganosis while they scrub my toilets. But they don't. At least they haven't yet (I'm still hopeful). So I have had to learn to accept the fact that it's just not the time and season for serious cleanliness right now.

Then I saw this on my friend Cara's blog and I instantly felt better about my performance. I realized, hey, things could be worse...




"This has nothing to do with the Hurricane. We had a resident who had an outstanding balance for over a month and no one could get ahold of her. The Bookkeeper went inside after so many tries to leave a note and this is what we found:
























The pictures do NO justice. There is suppose to be 2 cats living here but we cant find them (we think they're dead somewhere inside the apartment-we contacted the SPCA). The place REEKS to say the leaks, i gagged non stop."





(Thanks, Cara, for letting me steal this off your blog. I'm so not worried about thedust bunnies now under my arm chair now. You're the best.)

13 comments:

Melissa said...

That is so disgusting! How can people honestly live like that? GROSS!

Jen said...

YUCK, YUCK, YUCK. That is beyond discusting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think that would make just about anyone feel better about there house.

Tiburon said...

Ahhh yes. I saw that one a while ago.

Made me feel better too :)

Christie said...

I got this email a couple of weeks ago. What I really want to know is, what is that brown sludge around the toilet? (or maybe I DON'T want to know).

Erica said...

eww!! that's really cross, Reminds me some of things I've seen on tv when people get help for their "clutter".

CaraDee said...

I do it all for you.

rachel said...

Ewww, that is horrible!

Judi said...

Did they find HER under any of those piles?!

André said...

With all the cigarettes and fast food consumed, maybe some of the smell was a human body under there somewhere. Jen keeps reminding me that we pay someone to do yard work, so next we get to pay someone to do the cleaning neither of us wants to do.

MiaKatia said...

Oh my... I think I just threw up.

Kristine said...

Yuck! I didn't think the pictures could get any worse and I kept scrolling to the next one and the next one and the next one! Ewwwwwww!!

Chelsea said...

Sure puts things in perspective, doesn't it?

alex dumas said...

I can only imagine the smell.