So there I was, feeling all inspired by The Complete Guide to Imperfect Homemaking (Kelly Oribine), cleaning/organizing the laundry room. I haven't even attempted to organize this area before because when I say laundry room, I'm using the term "room" pretty loosely. It's actually just a closet in the kitchen where my washer and dryer (and everything else) are kept.
So anyway, there I was, scrubbing off the washer's grime, and I heard Asher say from the living room, upon not finding me in the computer chair, "I wonder where's Mom?" In response, Joshua said, "Probably in her bed." They ran into my room to check, and when they didn't find me there, they were thoroughly lost and confused. Didn't even occur to them to check anywhere else. When was the last time they saw me in the kitchen/laundry "room"? I don't even know.
A few days ago my friend Jenn came over to our house. She was sitting in the living room talking about a house she was hoping to buy, and Asher heard her say, "I want this house so bad!"
Asher looked at her like she'd lost her mind. "You want this house? Why?? This house is just always, like, TERRIFYING!" gesturing to the mess in the living room. I couldn't even argue. Or laugh it off. I wanted to cry because he's right. This house is always terrifying.
It's time to saddle up, pull on my galoshes, and get dirty. And by that I mean clean. Because I shouldn't have waited until my son was six years old and able to articulate his feelings about our environment to get a hold of this thing.