So here's the scoop. A few days ago, something bit me, I think it was a housemite. I know it sounds silly, but I am pretty sure they exist. This little housemite apparently infects its host with the desire to clean and organize. It's the same bug that bites you when you're 8 and 3 quarter months pregnant. And NO I'm not pregnant. Although miracles to happen, and that's why our next baby will be named Miracle. No joke.
I started off with a clean kitchen challenge. And boy was it a challenge. I detest cleaning, I suck at organizing and I just generally prefer to avoid it or pass the job on to my children. That brings about another problem, because since certain jobs belong to my kids, then Mr Nice Guy would prefer that I
This week, my two oldest children are gone. They aren't dead, just away until Friday. I knew if I didn't have anyone to
I also somehow ended up with a perfectly wonderful date night to look forward to this evening. I had delighfully good intentions of making a fantastic dinner for my husband, so the Penne Bolognese is in the oven and the salad is ready.
Oh people, don't kid yourself.
Remember that BURN on my hand? I'm still afraid to turn on the stove so Mr Nice Guy (and he is one!) brought home dinner from Costco for me to cook up and the salad is still in the bag. I love my husband, he's so easy to please. As we speak I'm munching on
Now be quiet, I'm trying to have a nice evening and recuperate from this organizational infection.