Wednesday, June 27, 2007

What The Hell Is That On The Wall??

I am the first to admit that I am not a clean freak! My biggest pet peeve with cleaning honestly is clutter, I dislike clutter something fierce. The house may get a little untidy by the end of the week but the rule in our family is, Sunday is House Cleaning Day! I promise, if you tell the kids this you will hear the giant groan that I hear very Sunday morning. But being a full time working mom and dad and having 2 little ones and a butt load of pets, it is the perfect day for us to get down and dirty. Bryan is in charge of the outside and mopping and I tackle the rest. By Sunday afternoon our place is spotless and reeking of bleach. I am not kidding, you could probably get high on the fumes if you closed yourself in the restroom.

But what about when you go to other people's houses? Should you care whether their home is dirty or clean?? Here is why I ask, I have been complaining the past few months that I need more friends. I truly only hang out with one friend and that is Sheila. Sheila has another friend named Nicole as well that she has been trying for the past year to get us together. In all actuality that Nicole and this Nicole have a lot in common. So the past few times Sheila and I hung out Nicole was there too and we got along just peachy. I went out on a limb the other night and invited her over. She declined with her daughter having to get up early with summer school but responded with an invitation to her place. I agreed and eagerly waited for Bryan to get home so I could get some girl time in.

People, I got over there and after walking through her front door my little balloon of excitement just blew the hell away! I cant even begin to describe the filth and just ick that was her home. And I saw her two little babies sound asleep in beds that were being used as closets basically. There was just shit everywhere. What really shocked me was her husband starts to apologize for the mess (this was not a mess, this was more like burn the fucker down and start over) and she interrupted him and said "Oh honey its okay, she knows she has kids too". My mouth just kinda hung there. Good thing I didn't swallow a damn bug.

So what did I do? I freaked and within 5 minutes made up a lame ass lie and hauled ass home. Please tell me, does this make me a bad person??

15 comments:

Phoenix said...

Nope, it absolutly does not make you a bad person. I am so with you. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww. :)

Coffee Slut said...

I'm with you ...ewwww! A little clutter is acceptable, especially when you have small children, but filth ...no way. I don't think it makes you a bad person.

Jenny said...

you are a terrible person.

No, I'm kidding. you rock. We all have our own tolerance levels. Personally I'm cool with other people's messes but not with my own. Still, there is a line. Once I was at a friends house and when I left I had her panties stuck to the bottom of my shoe. It was the last time I went there.

I never wore those shoes again.

Oh, The Joys said...

I really don't care too much if people's houses are messy. Dirty is another thing. I have one friend who had cat sh*t (actual) on her sofa. Dried. As in - been there for a while. Ugh.

For the Love... said...

No you are not a bad person, she is just nasty.

By the way come by my place later I have something for you!

Hol&J said...

No, you're not a bad person. I probably would have done the same thing you did.

Ewwww! Like everyone else said, clutter is understandable. Filth is not. It's just gross.

I had a friend in high school (many many years ago) and I bet her mom never mopped the kitchen floor. It was really nasty, and to think she cooked in there. Ugh!

Shauna said...

I can handle clutter. I can handle messy. But dirty? No way.

Chaos Control said...

I've started typing my comment three different times only to hit delete. delete. delete.

I would rather die than allow someone - even a very close friend - to come over to my house if it were a mess. Which is sometimes is. But never for anyone elses eyes.

Super B's Mom said...

There's an absolute difference in a messy house and a skankified house. A member of my family has a certified skank house. I can't stand to be inside for even a few minutes. Makes me want to run home and hug my swiffer.

Love your blog.

min said...

I can't comment, because I'm the worst. I don't care about neat and I don't really care that much about clean. I prefer to be doing things with my kids. I cannot tolerate chemical cleaners and would really be quite happy living in a shack in the woods or a cave.
This is why no one is invited to my house. I'd rather keep my friends than have them run away gagging and never wanting to see me again.
Does this make me a bad person?

mommiebear2 said...

Min, there is no way in hell you could be a bad person. Cavewoman or not, youre still #1 to me.

Marmite Breath said...

I've had friends that had houses like that. It was particularly hard to find ways of stopping my kids from going over there and actually eating food that came from the house. I still love my friends to bits, but hangouts were at MY house, which, while messy sometimes, is never filthy.

PS) Love you! Thanks for the lovely award!

min said...

Just don't come over...I guarantee you would gag! I think I'm the spokesperson for SLOB-AMERICA.

Stephanie said...

I'm like Jenny: I can pretty much tolerate anyone's mess but my own. And she's right: there is a line of grossness not to be crossed.

And I totally believe Mindy is exagerrating. No one who has teenagers that are actually neat and clean all the time can have that bad a house. I think Mindy's just embarrassed like the rest of us. I can't tell you how many times I've apologized to people when they come over for the mess in my house (right, Jenny), but Jenny says it's not that bad. I guess it only is to me.

Ann(ie) said...

NO!!! Not at all. I'm with you, too. gah.