So right now there's about a million dirty dishes in my kitchen and my garbage can is about to overflow. I can see no floor in my laundry room and the living room is filled with toys. My house is a wreck! Of course having four kids, it would be a miracle if it was clean. It is kinda funny that I love a clean house yet I never have one. It's not just that I can't keep up with my little mess makers...It's mostly that I HATE house work with a passion. I know, I know, it has to be done...but why oh why does it have to be done by me?
Little Samantha is almost 20 months old and already seems to be something of a neat freak. She's always picking stuff up out of the floor and putting the boys' toys back in the box. Maybe she will grow up to love to clean and I can bribe her to live here forever! How awesome would that be?
My dear hubby gets pretty irritated by the mess. I feel bad...but apparently not bad enough to clean for him. However, I do sit around and think about cleaning quite often. Unfortunately, I rarely make it past the thinking stage. Poor Tommy.
Okay. So now I have come clean and you know my dirty little secret. I HATE HOUSEWORK!
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