Oh my goodness, yes!
I posted awhile back when I first broke my elbow (REALLY BAD) about how I had one of my son's friend's mom drop off my son after a sleepover and was SEVERELY embarrassed by the state my house was in!
Oh, it was BAAAAAD! 3 days worth of dishes on the counter. Toys on every inch of the floor. I even saw a fork on the floor on my way down the hall!I was is so much pain and on a serious high dosage of 2 different pain meds (10mg hydros and 10mg Oxyi) and for some reason NO ONE in my house thought it was a good idea to help and clean things...still not sure how or why that worked the way it did? Stinking family of mine! I ended up having to throw a fit 'Veruca Salt Style' in order to get some help cleaning up!
I am still embarrassed by it and I have to see this woman ALL the time...our kids are BFF's and play ball together and for some reason we (the Moms) have never gotten all that close...I bet it's because she was afraid of my house! I have to bite my tongue every time I see her and hold back the urge to yell out 'Come see my house now...I promise it's clean'! :)
lol my house looks the same when I'm well and sick. It looks like a disaster.
Seriously my house is chaos all the time lol.
My house descends into chaos even when I'm not sick!
The situation you're in sounds absolutely oppressive, I'm so sorry!
But I do wonder, with so much at stake i.e. inspectors checking on the cleanliness of your house, why wouldn't you do everything possible to ensure it stays clean? Makes me worry that you need some professional support to deal with the turmoil you're in. Find a counselor, please, or find a better one if you're already in counseling...
But overall, I think people are either messy, or neat (NOTE, I'm not talking about clean, just whether or not things are left laying about or put away in specific places). And things pretty much stay the same regardless of being sick. My son was just sick for three days with the 103 fever, he was glued to my body, whiny and weary, and the only proof is a trash can full of tissues and a new load of vomit covered laundry that's already been washed and is sitting in the dryer ready to fold. But that's because I like my house to be neat and I hate the feeling that someone might stop by and see things in disarray.
I have a place for everything and put things back after using them (I may have toys laying about if my son didn't get a chance to clean up before nap, but I do expect him to clean them up once he's up and playing again) and I always tidy up the house before going to bed, even when I'm sick.
Occasionally I'll let my husband leave the dinner dishes in the sink overnight (I cook, he cleans) but I always clean them first thing in the morning because I hate cooking in a dirty kitchen. But again, that's just my nature.
Yep, looks like a bomb went off when I'm sick. The problem is that I stop caring about getting help from everyone and encouraging them to pick up. I also don't pick up my own stuff, since I don't have energy when I'm sick. So, it's a disaster. Thankfully, it doesn't take long to get it back in shape when I have energy again. I try not to let it get to me when I can't do anything about it. I just tell myself that resting is my job and I do the bare minimum. It's a wonder I can keep the kids fed, busy, to school on time and all. That's enough for me.
ROFL… HA! Nope. The inspector hasn’t come yet. I really wish Murphy’s Law would drop me as a client.
I’m glad to know I’m not the only one. This divorce, oy. I feel like I’m writing a research project on my life. My husband attacks ME (physically), and then I have to run around spending hundreds of hours getting proofs after he attacks every aspect of my parenting/ housekeeping/ sleepschedule/ daily schedule/ this list goes on and on and on…showing that I’m NOT the depressed horror of a neglectful/abusive mother who never gets up before 3pm, or cleans, or cooks, and is addicted to _______, and THAT’S why I flung myself on the floor (because of course he didn’t), blah blah blah. Every lie he spews out, I have to go get proof showing : Nope. See? Completely untrue.
Except when it is. Like I’m sick, and the house got thrashed. (Thankyou inspector for not showing up, yet. PLEEEEEEASE don’t come until after the weekend!)
So I’m doing a lot of self doubt & 2nd guessing, reevaluating.
If everyone else has clean houses when they’re sick (and it’s just me) I really need to know that.
Gah.
@ InMy30’sAlready
Ha! Part of this stems from ‘reports’ as to what my 1032 sqft house looked like this fall. I’d just had major surgery (right arm completely imobilized), I was in my 1st quarter back in school (midterms), and there was a death in the family. 4 adults, 3 adhd kids, our dog, their cat… repeat 2bd/1ba 1032 sqft house… and they’re REAMING me in court for how messy the house was and that I only was cooking 4 times a day, and how my husband HAD to make breakfast for the kids (what’s wrong with their uncle doing it???), and that the dishes weren’t washed. Dude. Arm. In. Sling. Wash your own dishes people!!! Because I can’t! (no dishwasher).
God, I’m glad I’m getting divorced. But sheesh. I’m reeeeally questioning what “normal” is these days.