I hate cleaning. There I said it.
At any given moment my house looks like it has been ransacked.
Picking up after the ruffians that reside in this house is exhausting.
Yes, I referred to my children as ruffians. Anyone who can't manage to pick up their own underwear or those choosing to wipe their noses on the couch pillows will hereby be known as such.
I especially hate cleaning bathrooms. Yeech...there must be some scientific reason for my spawn's lack of aim.
I frequently try to assure myself that it simply cannot be that they are that disgustingly lazy. But, I know a lie when I hear one (especially one that comes out of my mouth).
Not only do I have to go around flushing toilets (when did we forget the golden rule: If it's brown flush it down?) but there are always toys in the sinks.
Today is was a herd of cattle.
Wuz up cows?
Are you clean yet?
Look clean to me.
Good 'ol Erma, she sure had our number. Maybe our house does look like an episode of hoarders but at least we have some damn clean cows!
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