Once upon a time, I had a preschooler.
Whenever I cleaned, she would follow behind me and make a mess. Then I had two preschoolers. They could mess up as quickly as I cleaned. Then I had three preschoolers. Cleaning actually left the house messier. Then I had four preschoolers. Some things are too terrifying to speak.
Anyway, I am back to one preschooler at home. What was once so hard is now the easy cleaning time. Because as difficult as preschoolers are to the cleaning process, at least I didn't have to deal with magical backpacks spewing never-ending supplies of schoolwork, newsletters, and notes I should have responded to 3 weeks ago.
Plus, I'm pretty sure the socks and shoes in my house are reproducing- parthenogenetically of course, as it is impossible to ever find them mated. Did I mention that I threw away all lone socks when we moved 2 months ago and my pile is now large enough to make sock puppets of every Dr Seuss character ever created?
In other news,my kitchen is able to explode in 5 seconds. But I think it's trying to beat this record. Daily. The family room is also in the running for the record, but is impeded by the closet capable of being stuffed with sundry stuff.
Today is cleaning day at my house; I ripped my favorite pair of jeans. Not that I'm bitter about it or anything...