Last night I made one of the most unlike-me comments that I have ever made. I was on the phone to Bryan while driving home from work and we were talking about what all we had to do before going on vacation next Friday (holla!) and I said, "Our house is so filthy...I can't STAND it. We have to clean clean clean before we leave because I am not coming home to a dirty house." Those of you who don't know me very well: I hate cleaning. I WILL clean, but I won't be really happy about it. Or I'll start cleaning and fizzle out really quickly. I can't help it. So I was super psyched when I met Bryan because he is VERY clean and I figured that I scored pretty huge when we got married (not just for that reason, though, of course). I have lived in a super clean house since we got married...but we've slacked off recently. We have 2 kids, we work full time, we love to be lazy on the weekends, we procrastinate things that we don't want to do...cleaning just kind of escaped our schedule. That was probably a little on purpose. However, I have recently found myself getting the urge to get on my hands and knees and SCRUB. I even want to wash the walls. Totally not like me. If my mom was home (she's still in Arkansas with B) I know she'd help me, but I always feel guilty asking her to help. I'm a grown woman...I can clean my house all by myself. However there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth.
So if you hear some really loud whining coming from the general direction of my house this weekend, it's me complaining.
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