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.
2 comments:
haha! I wonder where my maid is too! Dangit! I just wasn't creative enough to think of using Madison to clean the house!!! LOL!
haha! I've been wetting rags and giving two to each kid and tell them to go skating around the house. Thats as clean as my floors are getting until my maid returns. ...sigh although I'm thinking of getting down on my hands and knees to help throw myself into labor. If that doesn't work I'll come do your floors too:)
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