If you look closely at Noah's feet, you can see that the maid is not doing her job. Noah has been inside all day walking around barefoot. When I put him on the couch, I noticed how dirty his feet were and thought, where the heck is the maid?....Okay, okay, I don't have a maid. I am the maid. And, I obviously suck at my job. I just live in denial everyday convincing myself that the maid will clean up, but everyday I wake up and the house is still a mess. After seeing Noah's feet today, reality hit me like the smell of one of his poopy diapers. It was not pleasant but I knew it had to be done. So, I wet a towel, put Noah on his belly on top of it and told him to army crawl around the house. I feel better about myself now that the floor is semi-clean.