When I moved in (less than a year ago, mind you) the walls were freshly painted and the whole place had a nice deep clean by a cleaner.
Well my kids have fucked it up. Disgusting walls caked in dirt with the odd drawing here and there (how? the pens and pencils are literally kept under lock and key)
food found everywhere (same I lock it away in the pantry and only distribute at meal times and snack times. how do they get it?)
the floors are just covered in mud every single day, unless I mop 3 or 4 times over (so would take hours which I did on week 3 or 4 to try to keep up with the mess) I'm basically just mopping dirt around... I don't get it. I always clean, all day every day. But I turn around and food has been smeared in the doorframe or somewhere I didn't even know existed until they smash banana in the cracks.... I am so sick of living in squalor. thats what it is. a hovel. I can't relax and they some reason live going under my bed and taking all the fucking shit out in the process.
I haven't recovered from the last time we all had sickness. the washing from a million gallons of sick all over every bed, carpet, towel. I don't think I'll ever get it done. even in this beautiful weather.
I can't be the only one.
And puzzles? lego? games with pieces or god forbid cards. why bend the cards? I just can't keep up. how could I? there are 5 of them and 1 of me.
To make it worse I'm a sahm with a dh who actually pulls his weight at home and I still can't manage to keep it looking not like a shit tip.
how do people do it? I certainly can't. I could have maybe 2 children ago. it's so depressing.
also every time we paint or fix something or decorated something it just gets fucked. I am at my wits end. I don't remember running round like a Tanzanian devil when I was a child but maybe I did. I had 5 brothers and sisters so similar size family. absolutely shattered.