Cleaning

I hate it. I don't know why. I am so bad with cleaning it's horrible. I get into this funk where things will pile up and I know I should get to it, but it's so much I don't even know where to start. Its mostly the dishes and the laundry. The other stuff isn't really a problem, but the dishes and the laundry never end. I will always have them to do. Todd is wonderful and he takes the dishes for me, but I can tell he feels the same way because they pile up after a few days. And no, we don't have that fancy new age contraption...what do you call it? Oh yea, a dishwasher. I've never in my life had one of those. Believe me when I tell you I would give my right arm for one of those. Well, maybe my left arm. Oh but the laundry. I think I'm just going to throw it all out and buy new clothes. It's easier. Washing them isn't the problem. That part is easy. It's first sorting all of it and then folding it all and then putting it away. It is truly the never ending chore. I'm almost embarassed to say that if I had the money, I would hire a cleaning lady. It's not only hating to do it, it's not having enough hours in the day. Of course, I could be cleaning instead of blogging. But then I couldn't bare my soul and I think a clean soul is better than a clean house. Okay, I'm making excuses. I suppose I could find the time. I just don't want to. I'll get to it all eventually. Most likely an hour before I have company. Then it all gets thrown into my bedroom. You know you do it too. Meanwhile I'm going to have to put it all off again today. I have about 800 pictures I have to go through, a CD and a DVD to make, pictures to sleeve, and an album to do. So, yea, there is my excuse.