Hello! It's Friday and it's that time again. Let's just get right to it, yeah?
- I SUCK at blogging.
- I really do.
- I really enjoy doing it.
- And the outlet it gives me
- You know, being able to just put it out there and get it out of my system.
- but in my list of priorities, I feel really guilty sitting down to write a post when my living room looks like the aftermath of a natural disaster.
- But guess what, friends!
- MY HOUSE IS CLEAN!
- I know, right?
- It took me way longer than I would have hoped, but I think I've finally got a handle on things again.
- Well, aside from the bathroom.
- Can I just say how much I despise cleaning that stupid, tiny bathroom?
- Utter hatred I tell you.
- Not sure why
- Have never really had feelings towards cleaning a bathroom before.
- This one's got my number.
- And I hate it.
- I just can't get the umph to get in there and do it.
- And it taunts me
- every time I go in there
- seeing the crayon on the tile
- and the clutter around the sink
- My inner anal retentive clean freak really wants to clean it
- but the rest of me screams "I DON'T WANT TO!"
- And the squeaky wheel gets the grease, you know.
- Plus I can usually find something else to distract the inner clean freak
- you know, like sorting something
- or sweeping
- or putting all the clothes IZ has grown out of into a tote.
- and then putting said tote in EB's room.
- That's right, folks.
- The 15 month old is going to start wearing the clothes the 4 year old can still technically fit into, but mommy's anal retentive freak has taken all of the size out of IZ presence, just so it will be a pseudo-transition.
- I'm pretty sure I'm going to hear, "Hey that's my shirt!" about fifty times.
- Heaven help us.
- And EeBs is getting smart too.
- He's learned how to throw his weight around and get practically whatever he wants.
- I'm afraid of the future.
- Oh and I stole a sticker from Smiths yesterday.
- IZ really wanted a sticker
- The bag boy was busy
- So I swiped one from an unmanned register.
- AND THEN I got the talking to of my life!
- "Mommy! You little sneaker bug! You stole that!
- We don't steal! That's bad! You're supposed to ask before you take one!
- You need to go tell him you took that! Stealing is not nice, mommy!"
- Etc etc etc.
- It went on for about 10 minutes.
- Not kidding
- And I was trying to justify my way out of it
- But seriously, try and rationalize with a 4 year old sometime.
- Exactly.
- So I guess I need to go to Smiths and confess my sins to them,
- But hey, it gets me out of cleaning the bathroom though...
3 comments:
Cleaning the bathroom is among my least favorite things--especially with all the boys in the house. There are times when it taunts me but I have learned to ignore it very well, at least until my feet stick to the floor or the toilet is just to gross for words--then I have oldest son clean it--it's teaching him to clean and I don't have to do it(much).
Ugh. Cleaning anything is on my least favorite but what I hate the most is not the entire bathroom; it's the bathtub. HATE it! I'd like to hire someone to clean just that.
HI! THanks for your comment, it's always nice to have a new friend.
Ah yes, the bathroom escapades. It never ends.... it's an ongoing saga in this household.
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