Week 1

Are you wondering how my first week of taking joy in cleaning my house has gone?  Well...my house is still a total disaster.  It wasn't that I hated the act of doing it, I just avoided it at all cost.  So I guess that's a baby step, not quite sure if it's the right direction or not, but a baby step nonetheless.

In my defense, I was very distracted this week.  First by the excitement of the Biggest Loser Finale, and then by the multitudes of people seeming to make their sole purpose in life to piss me off.  My brain was so filled with irritation by Thursday that I was pretty much useless as far as accomplishing anything.

Did anyone watch the most recent Amazing Race?  During the last leg one of the tasks was for one team member to navigate another through two video game levels, but the one being navigated couldn't see anything. 

What does that have to do with anything you ask...  Considering the level of disaster in my house I really think THAT is what I need.  Someone to direct me to the place where I need to start cleaning, and guide me all the way to the end, and I couldn't be allowed to see any of the mess (other than directly in front of me) because then I'd be too overwhelmed to keep going.  I think a lot of women would appreciate such a thing, don't you?

Dear Mr. Lucas, I know you are all into the movie and video game business, but I think there's an unexplored market out there for you.  You can call it Cleaning Wars.  Queue the scrolling text...

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away Right now in homes across the country...  A mother sits in the middle of her house, surrounded and defeated.  Galactic battle droids Her children hold her hostage with stolen light sabers nerf guns and leaky sippy cups.  The floor a mine field of tiny legos and dirty laundry.  There is no escape.  Her only hope...a small band of rebel mothers, fed up with their homes being destroyed, are on their way.  Their plan?  To take back the galaxy house, room by room.