Today as I was playing with the boys, I began to notice things from their level. To be blunt, I was totally grossed out! Don't get me wrong, I clean. That is all I do the majority of the time! I began to notice small dog hairs on the hardwoods, scuffs on the wall, and even dirt on the base boards. I was even
eeked out by the dirt on the outside of our windows.
So.....I did the only natural thing. I grabbed the cleaning rag and went to work. The boys were so sweet. Dylan held the ladder for me at the bottom, and as I climbed 10 feet to the top, Dominick gently said, "Mommy, I think you need to be careful. When will Dad be home?" I think he sensed this craziness that had taken over my every waking thought.
Just as I had finished the last base board, I looked over my agonizing work. What did I see? Dylan in the other room using the same motion as my rag, but with a crayon in his hand, coloring the baseboards!!!!!! You know he was thinking.....Mommy needs some help!
My itch to deep clean is over for the next three years!