I feel like I am constantly cleaning. Whenever the girls are playing nicely on their own, I clean. Whenever they are napping, I clean. I feel like it is never ending.
Greg and I discussed the fact that all the cleaning was falling to me, and he said he would try to help out. Even if he just cleaned up after dinner it would be a huge weight off my shoulders.
That discussion happened over a week and a half ago. Nothing has changed. So since Monday, I have stopped cleaning as much. I clean what I need for day to day survival. I was doing it just to see if Greg would notice or pick up the slack.
He hasn't even noticed. It's driving me insane, and I am the furthest thing from a neat freak, so you can imagine how bad it is.
I think I may have lost this battle.
Off to clean I go!