Holy Star Spangled Mongolian Goat Rodeos!!!
Everywhere I step. Every time I turn around. Everywhere I look. The little buggers are EVERWHERE! How does she do it!?!?! I swear, No. More. Cereal.
I love my little girl, but how does she get schmootz on every surface of this house? She can’t reach much past the edge of the kitchen counter, yet there is goop everywhere. It’s gotta float or something…
I am yet again lamenting the state of my house. It’s gross. Really gross. There’s sticky stuff and dusty stuff and some dead bug parts around and in all the corners. Now that it is fireplace season again, there’s bits of twig and ash mixed in, too. The spots on the carpet mock me. The grime in the sink taunts me. If I could just get these kids to go to the mall or something for a few hours, I could tackle this MESS!
Alas, my two year old makes a mess faster than I can clean it up. So here I am, blogging my misery, and the disarray gets higher and wider with each keystroke.
I used to keep such a nice house…. sigh.