Dull Women

You're probably wondering about the blog name (or not, because you don't care but just humor me). 

My MIL has a magnet like this on her fridge: 

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Our last name is Dull - and no, she isn't displaying this as a joke - she always has an immaculate house. There is never anything out of place (except when our children are playing there) and you probably couldn't find a microscopic speck of dirt on the floor. 

My home, however, is the opposite of immaculate. In fact, I bought this sign recently at Hobby Lobby (and still haven't gotten around to hanging it).

Hobby Lobby

I have never been a fan of cleaning. I start with good intentions and somewhere along the way, I get lost. Lost in the clutter, lost in organizational projects that never seem to get finished, lost in finding things I forgot I bought. 

My husband's idea of cleaning: putting his dirty socks inside his shoes and promptly leaving those same shoes in the middle of the floor.

My 7 year old son's idea of cleaning: throwing anything and everything under the bed.

My 14 month old daughter is the tidiest of all: she loves playing with my hand-me-down toy vacuum cleaner from the 80s and a new toy broom and dustpan set. She also enjoys watching me with my Dyson and helping me push it around the room. Ah, maybe there is hope for her.

I took some time off of work during the school break to spend time with my kids and to catch up with housework. My husband and I worked on cleaning and tidying up the day before Christmas Eve and though it wasn't immaculate, it looked better than it had in months. Then Christmas happened. The sudden possession of brand new clothes, toys, and other gifts. It just went right back to messy.

I'm starting this blog to share my journey of becoming a "Dull" woman and the never-ending mess that is my house.