How simple daily routines can transform your home from slobville to livable.
The feeling of apprehension rose in my chest when I heard a new student was going to come by my house later that night. Is she going to ask to come in? I surveyed the situation with dread. There were toys on the floor, a pile of grimy dishes in the sink, stuff all over the counter, and a bathroom that looked and smelled like my children had consistently missed the toilet for three weeks. There was chicken poop smattered on the porch and junk from our latest home project stacked in unsightly piles. The kids’ bikes laid about the driveway, taunting me, threatening to send me into full psycho mom mode.
I dove into an angry-panic clean up session. Why can’t I stay on top of this stuff? Why are we all such slobs? My frustration grew as I threw bikes back into their parking spot and pushed the piles of stuff into stacks that lined the edge of the porch. I scraped the chicken poop off the porch in an impassioned outrage. Stupid chickens. I hate chickens. Why do we keep chickens?