"If the shelves are dusty and the pots don't shine, it is because I have better things to do with my time"

I HATE housework. I like my life to be a little disheveled. Evidence of more important things to do. However, someone has to spring clean when eleven 3 year olds and their parents will descend upon our house in less than 48 hours. I included this picture of Zoey from the hospital because she LOVES to clean. She loves to dust and scrub--probably because she doesn't have to. She sings a the "tidy up" song while she organizes things.

I know myself better than to think that my whole house will be spring cleaned in a day or two. No, I have been going from room to room--one a day--for the last week. The problem is that Ollie has a Chandler appetite and needs to eat every second or third hour, Zoey wants to play, it's nice outside, Matty and I are two ships passing in the night (so when he is around I drop everything), there's just too much other stuff to do.

I am procrastinating now. I have to clean the kitchen and the downstairs bathroom today. Yuck. However, these are crucial rooms in our birthday party backup plan. Right now we are planning for an outside thing, but the forecast says rain. It will be sad if it rains, but we'll make the most of it. I am praying for a reprieve on the rain until later.

Ollie and Zoey are wonderful distractions from the business of cleaning, but they are both asleep right now so I should go and face the facts: housework is probably why I needed a career. If someone else would clean my house, I could probably entertain myself. However, not being rich, if I ever stayed home it would include full duty of the worst kind: cleaning.

When I was in graduate school I had a list on my fridge: Do laundry. Get groceries. Write paper. I never took it down for two years. Right now my list reads:
Clean house. Feed baby. Play with Zoey. Read.

I kind of like my list.
Amber