Futility

Most of you know that cleaning isn't my forte. I can't say that I hate it. And before, when questioned about my cleaning issues, I really didn't have a good answer for why I don't clean more often. Because, there really aren't too many things better than a clean, sparkly, good smelling home. But as I was vacuuming the other day, I think it dawned on me... I hate cleaning because it is an entirely futile exercise. The second I put the vacuum cleaner away, I could easily find hair all over the floor. The minute I dump out the mop water, some creature will walk across my white (white?? who makes a kitchen floor white??) kitchen floor and leave behind their footprints. Nothing lasts. Not even for a couple minutes. I believe if I could clean and have it look nice for a week, or even a couple days, I might not loathe it so much. But when your hard worked hours are ruined in minutes? What's the point?? It might as well just stay dirty. With two dogs, a cat, a baby and a neat-challenged husband, it's just too much of an up hill battle. I had come to terms with my dirt before N. arrived, but when she started crawling and rolling all over the floors, it was just gross. She's be covered in dog hair. Her knees and socks would be brown. So, lately I've been fighting the battle a little more intensely, and it's a little better, but I'm still not sure it's worth the effort. I can't wait until she starts walking so I can go back to my old ways...