Here are some shots of things I should be cleaning instead of writing this.
Do you ever wonder how many times a day you bend over and pick something up off the floor? I do. It must be a hundred, don’t you think? A hundred on weekends, maybe 25 or so on the weekdays when my kids are at school / daycare and we are out of the house….
But friends: My house. Oh my god, the house.
I’ve written on this blog before about how I’m not the cleanest person. And I’m beginning to see it’s because I’m not very good at cleaning. Today, when Kit was napping, I saw E (my Friday helper) clean the kitchen, vacuum the floors, do all the dishes, and straighten up the playroom. In that hour,…
We have a rat. In the garage.
I am freaking out.