Sometimes I feel like there is no way I’ll ever be able to get my house clean. Add a two year old and a new puppy to the house and you know that a spotless house is impossible, a neat house is an improbability and a messy house is a guarantee. Lately I’ve spent most of my days picking up the shredded toilet paper, courtesy of the puppy, while sweeping up the cracker pieces that the two year old snuck out of the kitchen and crushed on the floor. While I’m busy picking up one room, everyone else in the family shifts to a different room and it starts all over. I can’t win for loosing.
This week I also decided to get every single ounce of laundry washed but between school for the girls, cleaning up behind the puppy and two year old while keeping the older two girls busy, none of that laundry has been folded. It has all been washed including all the sheets and blankets from the beds but none of it is folded. At least 10 loads of clean wrinkly laundry are waiting on me.
The older two girls are old enough to help and I do make them help. The problem is that my way of cleaning and their ways are totally different. Case in point; If I clean up then I put stuff where it belongs. When they picked up their little sister’s room the other day they put all the toys in the corner and covered them with a towel. A towel? Yes because I will never look underneath a lumpy 2ft tall towel in the corner of the room.
This week I just can’t win. I’m going to start this weekend by folding laundry, picking up more shredded toilet paper, scraping the dried playdoh out of the carpet and hoping the house can stay clean for just one hour. It might be the hour that everyone is sleeping before the puppy wakes back up but one hour is all I’m asking.
Today I’m going to start early, getting our house clean because someone is coming to play. He’s little and cute, weighing about the same as the puppy but he doesn’t chew up things. This handsome 6lb boy will be chilling with us for a bit. I’m going to soak it up, letting him hold my finger while I smell his head. Then when it starts getting late I’m going to pack him up and send him home so he can wake his parents up in the middle of the night. That’s the best part to borrowing babies, you can give them back.
Thanks Courtney for letting me take pictures of you and your little man. If I loved folding clothes as much as I love photography, I would be able to sleep in my bed without having to move the huge pile of clothes.
P.S. That Sleep, Eat, Golf blanket was my baby gift to them but I forgot to take pictures of it to show you. Maybe I’ll get a good picture of it soon.