I feel like my house will never be clean again. It is even sadder when your four year old reminds you of this. Tonight he says "Mom, we need a new rule in our house". "Oh, what's that, honey?" "There needs to be no more running in the house, because it is such a mess, you might trip on something". "Umm, thanks, sweetie". This mess is not for a lack of me cleaning the house...I am
Always cleaning something. Here are the things I cleaned up just today...I am on the phone and Gracie shreds a magazine to bits...I clean that up and I am helping Cameron in the bathroom, cleaning him up, the pee on the floor, the toilet, the wall, etc...Gracie is in the kitchen dumping out the entire box of granola. I clean that up and Cameron dumps out his whole bin of legos to "find something". He helps me clean this up... Yesterday Cameron colored on the wall downstairs, I have yet to get this off. As I am typing this, Gracie took a spice jar off the counter and began sprinkling it all over the floor....Sigh...When they go off to college the house will be spotless and I will miss the mess, right? right?