Tuesday's Child was re-wearing clothes

Today was just like any other—what is in the closet that I feel like wearing? Where are my faded capris, oh, dirty. Where are all of my mom shirts from Jess's volleyball team, oh yeah, dirty. Are y'all seeing a pattern here?

Can I just admit, once and for all, I HATE housework?!?!?!?!?!? To be fair, it hates me back. Seriously. I think my house gets dirty and cluttered just to aggravate me. MIL was a neat freak and her house was spotless while DH was growing up. Guess what he expects from me? HA!  Ask him how many times it has actually happened.

So, how to solve this problem? I vote for having a HUGE estate sale and starting over. Will votes for me cleaning the house. He will even get tacky about it. Guess what? It doesn't bother me. I don't care if there are trails through the house, I just figure it will alert me if someone breaks in.

Anyone else out there living with the polar opposite when it comes to clean/cluttered house? Please tell me we are not the only ones on the planet with this issue?