Self Talk And Angry Cleaning

They say talking to yourself is a sign of intelligence. Good Lord I hope that’s true because yesterday there was a whole new level of chatter going on and I swear to you….only the dog was listening.  If you’d been a fly on the wall, the “oh so positive self talk” you wold have heard went something like this:

How can I be this freaking tired?
Thank you coffee.
What the hell? Seriously, how can a family of four make this big a mess overnight.
Didn’t I just clean this bathroom yesterday?
How did the girls use SEVEN towels in one night?
What?  Why is there dog hair up here? The dog isn’t even allowed upstairs.
I feel like a maid.  Except maids are appreciated.  Sigh.
Good grief our house is dry and dusty. Gross.
Why are dressers such crap magnets?
I need to clean the toilets. Lovely.
Is it SOOO hard to put dishes IN the dishwasher?
Smart Steph. Slamming the cupboards will make it all better. Loser.
Some migraine meds might be in order.
Three baskets of laundry to put away. Nope, I’m over it.  This last one is going in the bottom of the closet. Full.
Swiffer…I love you.
Sorry kitty! (Yes, I apologized when my WetJet scared the cat. Doesn’t everyone apologize to their pets?)
Please let it be garbage day tomorrow.
Gah, clearly I’m living the dream when I’m excited about garbage day. Pathetic.
I’m so over this! A suitcase, big empty box, a cooler?  I’m just shuffling all this crap to the basement. I wonder how much longer until we qualify for hoarders?
Eww am I actually sweating? Clearly I need to get more exercise or stop with the angry cleaning.

Why am I running around like a crazy women until ten at night? Because for some unknown reason I feel like I must keep the house at an “acceptable” state of cleanliness. Perfect wife, perfect life?  Ridiculous and so not true.  The real truth.  The house was just a mess.  I had a lot to do.  There was a migraine nagging at the back of my eye just threatening to attack and I was having a cranky day.  So apparently, I needed to chat about it. …as one does.

Keeping it real folks, just keeping it real.


  1. I talk…er..rant to myself all the time. Actually, I think the reason I sometime do it is because I hope my Husband will hear me and pick up some of the slack around here!

    • Stephanie says:

      LOL I’m sure that’s one of the reasons I do it, but I’m not sure it works. Not around here anyway 🙂 Have a great weekend!

  2. Totally normal. At least that’s what I keep telling myself 🙂

  3. Dianne G. says:

    This sounded very normal to me. I have had many of those similar conversations with myself as I mad clean.

  4. Laurie P says:

    yep, this is me! lol

  5. loucheryl says:

    Perfect wife, perfect life? Whatever works right? 🙂 My hubby always says “Happy wife, Happy life”. My boys are 3 and 7 and tear my house upside down every day. If I stayed up to clean up ever mess, I’d never go to bed. My house isn’t perfect but it’s not like the TV show Horders either. I’m doing the best I can and that’s good enough for me. 🙂

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