Go ahead and invest in vacuum cleaner bags, we will make you VERY rich.
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Yesterday morning, when Cakes was confined to her crib and sleeping, my house looked amazing. There were Eureka tracks on the playroom carpet, the windows were free of sticky fingerprints, my hardwood floors were dazzling! Then she woke up & I get to do it all over again today. Seriously, this is how we roll around here…
At 20 months old, she’s big stuff now. This morning while seated at the table she had blueberries, cheerios, & cornflakes for breakfast. When she was finished eating, she threw the cornflakes & cheerios like confetti. Then she danced in it. There was so much food on the floor that the dog said, “Whoa! I’m good.” There was so much food on the floor that my vacuum choked.
Two minutes later, the dog escaped while I was recycling the newspaper that *someone* threw all over the floor. While I was trying to retrieve fur baby from the middle of the street, that same *someone* came to the door with a loaf of bread and used it as a step stool.
AND I SWEAR TO YOU, my husband thinks that I hang out and watch television all day. Before he left today he said, “Why don’t you take a nap later?” WHAT!?
WHAT!?
WHAT!?
A nap? That is HYSTERICAL.
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A nap. I still can’t over that. Maybe while I’m at it, I’ll go get a spa treatment & sew some curtains. Then I’ll work out and go pen my memoirs.
What are you going to do today?
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Ha! I’m so glad someone else’s husband thinks that naps (for us) are an everyday occurrence. So far today, I’ve been to Target, Teeter, Michael’s, Hobby Lobby, and Autobell (all with the baby); tutored for two hours (while the baby was _supposed_ to be napping); picked up bananas, veggie burger, and kiwi off the floor; cleaned out and the repacked the back of the car; and packed the baby’s bags for an overnight trip. Whew…and I haven’t even eaten lunch.
A workout? The spa? Crafting? Someone remind me what those things are…
And just wait until Peaches wants to push her own cart at the Teeter — your five minute quick trip will turn into 45 minutes of pleading with her to PLEASE (for the LOVE OF GOD) “Stay with Mommy.”
Oh, Lord, I haven’t even thought of that…right now I’m trying to keep her from 1) grabbing random stuff off the shelves and chunking it 20 feet OR 2) throwing the stuff out of our cart onto the floor.
Love it! Yeah I can’t stand cleaning house because I know within minutes of my 20 month old daughter waking up from her nap my house will be a wreck. My husband thinks the same thing that I just lay on the couch all day playing on my laptop. Men just don’t understand sometimes I don’t think they would last one day as a SAHM.
what am I going to do?! What am I going to do?! Shovel the debris off of the kitchen floor just to have it get dirty again in 10 minutes! I so feel your pain. My kitchen floor has been crusty for 8 and a half years……………………
have fun and good luck
I sucked up so many chee-chee’s & cornflakes that my vacuum cleaner is a little bit broken now. Perhaps a broom would have been a better choice…