You may have noticed I have been a MIA for the last couple days. Well, I have been deep cleaning the house. And I mean DEEP. Getting down on hands and knees and cleaning corners that haven't seen the light of day for a long, LONG time. I decided I wanted a super clean house for the coming holidays and I got tired of waiting for my Fairy Godmother to come do it for me. So for the last few days I have been getting down and dirty (or clean, so to say) with the cleaning supplies, the mop, broom, vacuum cleaner and some funky looking sponge.
Needless to say, although I do all the work, the boys (Ben included) have been reaping all the benefits of a clean house and basking in the glory. Typical. But they better just watch out because this mama wants this house to STAY clean, and I refuse to clean up after everyone. So out comes the whip... crack!
"Clean up those Legos, boys before you go to bed, please!"
* Crack! *
"Ben, but your shoes in the closet and your backpack away... please..."
* Crack! *
Moral of the story: Clean houses make for happy mommies. Mess them up and feel the wraith... (worse if mommy is hormonal in anyway.)
Now, I am beat tired. But I can sit back in a clean house and feel alright about taking it easy today... after I mop the kitchen.