I was watching it last night and during every commercial break I would look around my living room and find a million different things I clean.  It’s not like it was dirty, it just wasn’t Bree Hodge clean.  I envy how she can have everything spic and span and she can bake.  Yes, I know she’s a fictitious character.  I don’t care.  I want to be able to have a house that looks and smells clean.  I want to be able to approach everything with a smile.  Her character is a little psycho, but she’s still my idol.

During the show I go into my clean up mode.  So when the commercials come on I run and throw another load of clothes in the washer and start folding.  After it goes off I wash dishes and then I get too tired to do anything.  That’s when the depressions sets in.  I have no energy to do anything else but as I sit there I see cat hair floating across the floor.  There’s dust on my tv stand and bookshelf.  The kitty litter needs to be cleaned out.  There’s so much to do and such little time.

I wonder if things would be different if I were a stay at home mom.  I would be completely insane then.  I wouldn’t have anyone to talk to except Natty.  I would be bored out of my mind but at least I would have a clean house.  The only problem is, that kind of life is not for me.  I need to keep busy.

I guess I’ll just have to suck it up.  It’s ok that my house is surface clean and not “white glove test” clean.  I can live with that…until next Sunday night.

T-