If you've ever happened upon Fly Lady you know C.H.A.O.S. stands for Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome. Meaning, you're place is a total mess and you wouldn't let the police in with a warrant.
I've been getting the Fly Lady emails faithfully for years. I've never put on my shoes in the morning or shined my sink before bed. Occasionally I get in the mood to see what the ladies are up to, so I keep myself on the list. Plus, I think of it as a life line, someday I may just delve deep into their cleaning house philosophies. I know some people that swear by it.
So back to my C.H.A.O.S. I'm not sure what's going on with me. I've become comfortable in my mess, well our mess. I was at a meeting the other night and I came home to my hubby cooking a pot roast at 9pm (for us to have the next day for dinner). When I looked at him, happily in the kitchen zone, I realized I've been slacking on the job. I don't think I am taking my home executive position seriously enough these days. Don't tell my hubby, but in that moment I thought he really should be relaxing right now.
What's at the bottom of my stairs you ask-laundry, scattered. I got around to some today, but obviously not enough. Currently, my desk chair is surrounded by "Pet Vet" toys, strewn about from the girls fixing up their stuffed animals earlier. Oh and right now I sit here typing, being guilty of not having done the dinner dishes.
But the hubby is off in snow-land and the girls are in a deep slumber. Which leaves me wanting some down time. I don't want to fold laundry, pick up toys, sort the mail, do the dishes, sweep the floors, or take out the trash. Shame on me. I want to write, have some chocolate, and watch the season premier of Top Chef.
So, if you are in town, just keep driving by my place. We're closed for visitors.