I’ve been a bit busy this week. And by “busy” I mean “the same as every week but I’d like to use it as an excuse for the following photograph.”
This is just one room of many that I've learned to ignore.
Of course, I can’t just blame my kids.
What? I couldn't find the remote.
I stopped taking photos at this point because I think your imagination will go easier on me.
When I’m not avoiding housework like the plague, I’m getting more popular by reading and writing elsewhere.
My Other Hangouts (don’t tell my blog):
- My Kids Want To Celebrate Memorial Day: On Richmondmom, I ask how to explain the “memorial” in Memorial Day to my kids and decide how to celebrate it with reverence and joy.
- Four Seasons For Charlotte: An Introspective Book Giveaway Because The Topic Is Childhood Cancer: On This Blogger Makes Fun of Stuff, I reviewed and am giving away an autograph copy of Rachel Reynold’s memoir of her family’s year coping with her preschool-age daughter’s brain cancer.
Favorite posts I didn’t read, I mean, write:
- YSaC, Vol. 1251: It’s a hatchet job.: From You Suck at Craigslist, an actual Craigslist ad titled: Stitches tonight — need a wound closed. Seriously. (funny and weird)
- Did GM Pop the Facebook Bubble?: From BlogHer, General Motors announces it’s pulling all $10 million in Facebook advertising because the company didn’t see an increase in sales. (interesting)
- Adverse Childhood Experiences (ACE) study: From the CDC, an amazing study shows that children who suffer from chronic trauma and stress (abuse, neglect, and family dysfunction) die 20 years before their counterparts among other terrible consequences. The study holds for social and economic situations. (amazing)
- Crushing Stigmas, Smashing Stereotypes, Remembering with Courage: From Aaron Polson, a husband shares his wife’s experience with postpartum depression and psychosis and her subsequent suicide. (important and brave)
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Holy tornado! What happened? o_0
The price I paid for my kids playing quietly for a long time. TOTALLY WORTH IT.
Hey, you actually DID make me feel better about my housekeeping skills!
Glad to know you’d feel right at home here. I find it terribly disconcerting if there isn’t enough mess to ignore.
My room looks a lot like those photos. Too bad I don’t have any kids to blame it on…
My favorite part is what looks like a gold banana-shaped balloon in the first one…!?
HAHAHA. That’s the big gold “3″ balloon we got my daughter for her birthday party in April. Those suckers last a long time. Also, popping them is traumatic for the kids since THEY STILL FLOAT MAMA.
I had a mini panic attack looking at those photos. Yes, my house often looks like that, especially with a newborn in the mix – and it is driving me CRAZY!
I could write an entire BLOG about the disaster area that is my home on any given day. I can clean it up quickly and well for company, as long as they don’t open any closet doors. *cue avalanche*
I do not understand these photos. Is this supposed to be abnormal? This is what a picked up house looks like ’round these parts.
This is a fantastic photograph! I feel relieved to know I am not the only one with this kind of problem. I checked out the ACE study and while I found it sad I wasn’t too surprised. From personal experience it sounds about right. Aaron Polson’s article was pretty amazing to read too. My father committed suicide about eight years ago. I think Polson’s commitment to talking about his wife’s struggle with depression and her suicide is really courageous and important. Thank you for spotlighting his writing otherwise I wouldn’t have had the privilege of reading it.
I think you did make me feel better about my own house … kind of … lol …
What? If you have kids, you must accept this as normal. I always suspect child abuse when a family has kids AND a spotless living room. The good news is that it gets better when they turn 25. Ever notice that Senior Folks have spotless houses? I think years of frustrated neatness are unleashed as so as the door hits the kids in the butt.
This is the new normal in my house. In fact, whenever I come home to a clean house, I freak out. I’ve become quite content with disarray and won’t have it any other way.