No, I don’t actually mean that.
I’m going to a Ladies Retreat this weekend.Â Just me and 70 other women, and Josiah……..
And no House Cleaning or making meals or co-ordinating peace talks between the
I’m almost, sort of excited….except that I have to schlepp 50 kerbillion tons of diapers and clothes and blankets and everything else baby related with me…..that’s on top of all my stuff.
I’m actually taking a HUGE monster sized suitcase, just one, and it has ALL of our stuff it.
So, Bonus Points for me for thinking that even though it’s ENORMOUS…..I only have one bag, and one bag means WAY LESS trips back and forth from the van to the room.
See, I’ve got my thinking cap on.
Jon’s at home with the 3 older ones, and if you think about him laugh, and then think about me and cry, ’cause I’ll probably come home to what looks like a war ravaged excuse for a house…..although the kitchen should be clean ’cause Jon’s OCD takes over and he can’t make a meal or do ANYTHING if the kitchen is messy.Â
The rest of the house can be blown apart, but if the kitchen’s clean he doesn’t even see anything else.
It actually works well for us ’cause I don’t mind the rest of the house, but I HATE CLEANING THE KITCHEN.Â
We’re a good team, but……….
Babe, could you make the
monsters House Cleaning FairiesÂ clean the rest of the house before I comeÂ home on SUNDAY AFTERNOON AROUND 3PM…..I’ll even call first to give you warning…..PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!