I went walking this morning with a friend of mine and her two little girls. We were both whining about how messy our houses were and how we disliked cleaning. The difference was that I actually meant it. We stayed for a little bit so that the kids could play and her messy house was probably cleaner than mine on a really good day. I could not help but hate her a little bit for that.
The colds are going but Harry decided to have the runs. I would love to ask what next, but then I am not entirely sure I really want an answer to that question. In my insomniac brain haze this morning I decided that I could not face cloth diapering a child with runny stools. I feel it was a good choice for my state of mind, especially since I am crazy behind on the laundry in the first place. We still use disposables at night so we do have a plentiful supply of throw aways.
I have not been sleeping well lately which is very much affecting my mood. I just want to crawl into a cave and stay there for a few months hibernating. I have often envied bears the ability to do that. I really think I would fit in with bears.
Tomorrow I am going to kick my dirty house into shape. I have a tendency to ignore the up stairs since most of our time is spent downstairs. I was giving the kids a bath the other night and was appalled at how filthy the floor is. The tub is also disgusting but no amount of scrubbing on my part has even budged the years of built up soap scum left by the previous tenant. I think I will need dynamite if I want a sparkling tub. I am hoping that the cleaning will life my mood since a dirty house is very depressing.
This is something that lifts my mood. I love bunnies and this picture just cracks me up.
cleaning cranky dirt