Messy People

Travis and I are not messy people.
Disorganized, sometimes.
Too lazy clean the bathroom more than once a month, maybe.
But not messy like this.


I can take most of the blame, sadly, for our currently filthy house.
For the first year of our marriage I loved fulfilling all of my cliche, probably-sexist-somehow wifely duties.
I cleaned our house, I made our dinner, I baked pies far too often.
I did the laundry and cleaned the bathroom.

Travis always did the dishes, though, and took out the trash and vacuumed. The manlier chores.
You know.

But now, I come home very tired and throw my things down and around wherever they may fall.
If I muster up the determination to make dinner (poor Travis hardly ever gets cookies anymore, dinner's all I can handle) then I create a huge mess in the kitchen in the process.
Which I do not clean up.

We're also in the process of moving, so there are half packed boxes piled against a few of the walls.
And part of me thinks secretly, (or not so secretly) "I'll just wait until we're moving and clean this all up then."
This is bad.

Both of us are going a little crazy.
And both of us are too busy with work, finals, and a million other things to clean up.

And when someone (Travis) does clean up, it only takes me about a day to tear our house apart again.