Thanks to those of you who understood yesterday’s excitement over my momentarily clean house. Here’s an update:
The beds are made. No, but I did make pancakes. The floors are vacuumed. There are Goldfish crumbs and/or old, brown leaves in every room.
The dust is dusted. Okay good, the dust is still dusted.
The markers and marbles and train tracks and doll clothes and applesauce cups are picked up. Crap everywhere. And the laundry is done. Nope, the dirty clothes are piled high in my closet (I’ll never figure out how they generate laundry so fast) and my basement is littered with wet snowsuits.
Ah, well. I enjoyed the fleeting moment.