For the past couple of months I have been thinking about household responsibility. Cleaning, cooking, dishes, laundry, and the like. And it makes me kinda nervous. My room is a mess. Clothes are everywhere, clean, dirty, unknown, all strewn about the room. The bed is never made. I haven's seen 1/3 of it since May 2007. The bathroom counter is covered with hair and make-up stuff and the laundry piles up mid way to the ceiling before i finally take it to the wash, where 95% of the time my mom does it. That is a little embarrassing. But i don't do much to relieve her of that duty because, well, I HATE CLEANING. I don't like to vacuum, dust (hey, it makes me sneeze!), do the tub and tiles, or wash and fold the clothes. I don't like to sweep. I despise doing dishes.
In 100 days I will be married and responsible, at least in part, for all of these dreaded chores. Part of me is hoping that my inner Martha Stewart comes flooding out with the I-Do's... but the realistic side of me knows that is less than likely to happen. I mean, when I was in college, my room was messy (nothing like it is now!), but I did keep the laundry under control and the rest of the house in pretty good shape. So, that gives me hope that because it is MINE I will feel more of a desire to present a clean and tidy home. I want to keep it nice and clean. But the fact of the matter is that when i get home from school, the last thing i wanna do is clean. And for the past year i have been spending 8 hours of the weekend driving, so Saturday and Sunday are out for cleaning.
Oh well, I sure hope hubby-to-be doesn't mind the mess from time to time, because it's gonna take some will power to change my non-cleaning ways. :) And, maybe, just maybe, having 8 extra hours a weekend will give me a few moments to clean the house!
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