Cinderella

Ohhhhh hear me whine! Can you hear it?

I come from a long line of women for whome cleanliness was the sole source of your Godliness. My dear great aunt, ON HER DEATHBED, had her daughter pull out the washer and drier so my aunt could ensure there would be NO lint behind it upon her passing. What was shocking was that there already was not a single stray fluff ball behind it. My great aunt had been cleaning back there weekly for years. The first sign that my grandmother was failing was the water spots in her sink. It just was simply unheard of.

I tried fruitlessly for a few years when my boys were small. Then I gave up. My mother had two daughters to clean up after, my grandmother as well. I figured that had to be easier than cleaning up after four boys. I mean I TRY, its just I try to keep it in balance between being home with my house or home with my kids.

With the addition of Miss Curious? My house pretty much has assumed the permanent look of a food fight in Toys R Us.

Yesterday I scrubbed the inside of the lint catcher in my drier. I dusted the inside of the chest of drawers in my bedroom. I have removed pictures from their frames so I can windex the glass. Today looms ahead of me as another 18 hour day of trying to keep babies occuppied so I can clean like a possessed woman.

My mother in law arrives for her bi-annual visit on Wednesday.