"Cleaning with children inside the house is like
brushing your teeth while eating Oreos."
Today I took a shower, vacuumed the stairs, mopped the kitchen, washed the windows, cleaned the countertops, straightened the living room, took out the trash, and fed the kids. But if you came into my house right now, you would call me a big fat liar. Why? Because somehow, in the last 30 minutes of the day it seems every time right before Doug gets home from work: the windows have new hand and mouth prints on them, the countertops are littered with cups and food and an indescribable goo, the carpets have dirt, my kids are hungry, I definitely don't look like I have showered today (or even for a week) and the trash has piled up again.
Why does it even surprise me anymore? Today, I was able to laugh, as in the amount of time it took me to drain the macaroni and cheese noodles, I hear Hunter say, "MOM! look!" and turn to see Addison has poured out a bag of potting soil onto the deck and is throwing it into the kitchen. I hope to somehow clean this mess up again, throw my hair in a pony tail and make all look well and good before Doug comes home in 2.5 minutes, not that he would care.... but I care. I worked hard to make it clean, and I want him to come home to a nice environment sometimes! Sometimes cleaning IS futile...but necessary for my sanity.
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