Every time I turn around there is something to clean. For the life of me I can't get my self cleaning oven to teach my floor or dishes to self clean. I've tried. I sit here on my couch shouting random instructions to the various messy rooms in my house and they ignore me! I'm being disrespected by my house! Who do I report that to? Right now while my baby sleeps I should be doing some of that cleaning, possibly start supper, but NO dear reader I'm going to write a blog post instead. You can thank me in the comments later. I'm sure this will be worth all of my procrastination.
There are baby apparatuses in every room of this house except for DD's. That particular room is strewn with many, MANY toys. To list off, just for fun, the living room has the playmat and exersaucer, not to mention the nursing pillow and of course one or two of DD's toys. There's also a vacuum cleaner that hasn't done a LICK of work since I turned it off last week. Lazy ass. Anyway, the kitchen has dishes all over the place, DD's table and chair, her trampoline that seems to collect and then disbrute more dust than anything in the house and DS's swing. Our room has baby clothes up to 12-18 months desperately in need of some organisation, as well as cloth diapers and everything that goes with them waiting to be organised. Then of course the change table has clothes two small that need to be taken out. I did make my bed though so that's a start. Same with DD's room it looks like a bomb hit it, but the bed is made, it's the little things people I'm grasping here, just go with it. :p
And now as I try to think of more witticisms my children call for me, both of them, at the same time. *sigh* Forget cleaning I need to figure out how to either clone myself or split myself in two. Thankfully DH is here, don't know what I'm going to do when he has to leave for more business next month. *double sigh* Come on house...CLEAN! :p
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