You know by now that I am a fan of my children going to school. Year around, keep em busy, paint all over your body and I don't have to worry about the furniture, busy. However, I'm starting to see a upside of having my super busy, needs something to do, active 3 year old at home. I know there are blogs all over the internet about the housewives with 12 children who love to craft, remodel and clean while bathing the dog and giving themselves a pedicure. This is not one of them. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure the house keeping gene is missing out of my DNA. Seriously. I would share pictures of the state of my house but fortunately for me my iPhone is not letting me take pictures (also the reason there was no weekend glimpses posted. May be time to bite the bullet and get a new one but so much money for something I use every day, take pictures with, communicate with...). You're going to have to put your trust in me that if you were to show up at my house the front porch is as far as you would come to setting foot in this disaster. So, back to the benefits of having a bored child at home...the monkey comes down every morning and asks me, "what can I do for you mommy?" Praise baby jesus! Free child labor! This is every non-house cleaning mother's dream!! So obviously, I do what every good mom would do and put her to work.
Vacuuming the floors
Washing the windows and front door
Even the prince gets in to the action. He loves helping out with the laundry - I am letting him do his own once he has mastered his skills. Dude laundry? Um, no thanks. I mean seriously, what do boys (and by this I do mean grown men as well) do with their laundry to make it so dirty and smelly? Do they stop at the landfill and roll around when we're not looking??
And by the way, yes, that is my typical daily uniform. Boxers, three day old Neil Diamond concert tee from 1999 and bare feet. And I think I'm not cut out to be house bound with children. And it just dawned on me I probably shouldn't be discussing my normal attire after the above rant about dude laundry. Pretty sure that shirt doesn't smell like blueberry pie. And it's not even my husband's so I can't blame it on him...but you probably already knew that because he's not cool enough to rock the Neil Diamond 90s concert tee. Yep, honey, I just went there. NEIL FOREVER!
Afterwards we all go outside for some well deserved bike riding before coming back in so they could go to work fixing us all a four course lunch. Ha! Oh, come on, a mama can dream, right?
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