The never ending circle of clean.
(Not my house but not far off on a Friday afternoon) So I was wondering if I am the only person on the planet who's home looks like a nuclear bomb has hit it every Friday afternoon? I honestly can't explain it, our apartment, a tidy suburban haven on a Monday morning. Is turned into a modern day war zone by the end of the week. I find myself dodging toy dinosaurs and hurdling over baskets of washing just to get out of the front door. I'm not sure if it's part of the parenting package or if the my hoover shy partner should shoulder some of the blame. Whatever the reason, guest are not welcome in our home after 6pm on a Wednesday, unless they're blindfolded or bound by a gagging order. I feel like no matter what I do or how hard I try, the clutter just keeps coming back. It creeps up on me. Slowly at first, a fallen cushion here, a magazine there... Then BAM, I can't even find the cat. According to an article I read on how clutter affects you , a m...