Get home around 7:45. Cook dinner. Eat. Clean kitchen. Pick up house. Get lunch ready for next day. Then, it's about time for bed and start all over.

My evenings? Get home at 5:30. Cook frozen dinner. Eat. Watch movies. Chat on internet. Weekends are for cleaning.

I know I'm not the only one here willing to admit youthful indiscretions.

I think I've blanked out most of the really painful or self-destructive stuff ... there was the time we scammed lights from the film department and floodlit the entire residence quad in order to play some football at 2am one night. Some of the stuff we did no one even talked to us about, like "leaner" wars so serious that water was dripping down on people two floors below.

Weekends are for cleaning.

And if you accept dust bunnies as the ultimate low-maintenance pet, weekends don't often have to be.

And if you accept dust bunnies as the ultimate low-maintenance pet, weekends don't often have to be.

I t heart Calli

I've been known to not clean my apartment for a month. Sure I'll pick stuff up here and there, but deep cleaning? Yeah right.

My day is like: get up at 6:00am, try to exercise if son doesn't wake up. Get the kids lunches ready, maybe have breakfest, clean up. Go to work, no lunch break. Get home, take over kid care and cook dinner (most nights). Continue kid care until 8:00pm bed time which usually lasts until 8:30pm. Clean up dishes and messes in kitchen. Some nights involve a grocery trip, others are cleaning, the church website, or other projects. Go to bed around 10:30 to 11:00pm

I've been known to not clean my apartment for a month. Sure I'll pick stuff up here and there, but deep cleaning? Yeah right.

You'll notice in my previous post I said "pick up the house" and not clean. I vaccuum/clean the toilet/take out trash once per week. But other cleaning? Monthly basis.

Mr. H and I managed to get the whole house clean this week by basically having a niceness war. We're never really home to work out chores, so a lot of times things dont' get done. This was the exact opposite. I'd picked up a couple of rooms, and he thought, "How nice! I'll do the dishes and clean the kitchen for her." When I got home and saw that the dishes were done, I thought I'd wash some clothes for him. He retaliated by folding the clothes, so I cleaned the bedroom to show him I could be just as nice. I got home yesterday to find him on his knees in the bathroom scrubbing.

Congrats vw!

I've been known to not clean my apartment for a month. Sure I'll pick stuff up here and there, but deep cleaning? Yeah right.

Ha. Oh, you people are making me laugh and laugh with your puny attempts to seem like slackers. Hasn't deep cleaned for a month? Excuse me, I think the laughter is making me light-headed. I need to go sit down. A month. Amateurs.

I went to a woman's college, so all most of my "collegiate" indiscretions happened in high school or law school.