Jami's Messy House

I recently came to the conclusion that everyone I know has a bigger house than I do, and somehow they manage to keep it cleaner. They also mostly have more children than I do. I'm not jealous of the bigger house, just saying that they have more to clean, and still I just can't keep up. Some of it, I know, is my fault. I don't really like to clean, and frankly, there are times when I decide that even though I really should vacuum, I'm going to read the next chapter of the book I have out from the library. But I do really try. I really do. Also, people never drop by on the days when I've just finished cleaning the downstairs. Never. They always, always drop by when it looks like the toy box exploded after the Husband's file box had a fight with the bookshelves and the dog shaved himself on the carpet. Sigh. Like today, I cleaned the entire downstairs, vacuumed - dusted, even - and did anyone pop over to borrow or return something or see Eddie? Of course not. No one will even think of coming over until about Wednesday when the house will be back to "lived in". Go Steelers!