My oldest son, who was starting kindergarten just yesterday, is graduating from high school tomorrow.
|Daniel (on the left) with Nathan. Possibly the last time they willingly stood this close to each other.|
But wait, enough about me. We were talking about cleaning.
More specifically, we were talking about not cleaning. Which is what I've done for the past few weeks. Somehow I've managed to block out the fact that we're having 40ish guests over at our house tomorrow and I have to feed them and they are unlikely to eat food if it's served to them in a place that looks like the health department could condemn it at any time. Granted, if they refuse to eat, it'll mean leftovers for us for a looooong time, but it also means that they might take off early and leave me to
Left with the minor disaster that is my house, I had few options: 1) move; 2) rent a hall; 3) brave an outdoor party; or 4)
Thankfully, this marathon allows outside help in the form of my children and husband, who did a lot of cleaning while I was still at
On the other hand, though it awards no bling to wear around me neck, I will win a house that's clean, comfortable, and something I can be proud of. At least until the kids get up.