Windex This!

Dog hair runs rampant in our house. If you come to visit us, please, don't wear black or people might mistake you for a wild animal. Dust bunnies have become like low maintenance pets to us. Also, I haven't seen the bottom of our sink in over a year. I'm not sure if it even exists.

Oh, my husband's socks? They're all over the house. It's like I'm on a stinky Easter egg hunt year round minus the chocolate and pastels. My clean laundry stays in a pile on the guest bed. I figure we might as well get some use out of it.

At times, I feel guilty. I'm at home all day. I could have the most super-spotless-amazing-shiny-antibacterial-house-on-the-block. But, I'm not interested in that house. It took me awhile to realize this, but I think I'm finally getting my priorities right.

No Mama ever said on her deathbed, "I wish I'd spent more time windexing."

My job does include some housework, but these days I've been keeping it to a minimum. The problem is that you can clean all you want, but the house is just gonna get messy again. It's a vicious cycle. Sometimes I think the worst thing we can do is clean our houses before others come over. I'm not saying we should all be slobs, but a clean house doesn't really prove anything. It's just not that important.

Instead of washing dishes, Oliver and I had a dance party in the kitchen today. Toddlers are awesome dancers! That bobbing squat move they do is out. of. control. I sat and listened as he played his baby keyboard. Then I built towers out of blocks so he could knock them down.

Now that's a vicious cycle I want to be a part of.