Monday, May 22, 2006
We hit this house from top to bottom and outside over the weekend. Spring Cleaning. I can't believe how much we were able to get done, and were still able to squeeze in the Children's Festival, Jack's summer haircut, (his hair looks like baby chick fur) blowing bubbles, drawing with sidewalk chalk and digging in the sand table. Today I'm looking into hiring some help with keeping this place clean. It sounds so decadent (to me) but it has to be done--with the addition I simply can't keep the place up--to tell you the truth I would rather be blowing bubbles, digging in sand or drawing with sidewalk chalk. Plus, during naptime I would prefer working or reading, rather than scrubbing and sweeping. I'm starting to feel like a scullery maid. And it's not a sexy feeling.