Something must be wrong with me

I have vacuumed and swept the floors three times this week. Three. That's more than they've been cleaned in the last month (and, if I'm being honest, the last two months). I also moped, but I only did that once.

Why? I have no idea, but I have two theories. One: the closer I get to 30 the more I become my mother. She is the Queen of Clean. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, unlike many women I know, turning into my mother is not an insult. Two: my mom has been gone for a week and I miss her, so I have been trying to channel her energy by eliminating dust bunnies.

It could also be that the kids (i.e. Griffin) are finally old enough to be able to entertain themselves and not be underfoot while I do some chores.

Mind you, sweeping and moping is as far as it has gone. I haven't done anything radical like clean the bathtub. I have done dishes, but I can't really get away with NOT doing the dishes. I've done laundry and diapers too. I'm practically a homemaker. Tomorrow I'm baking a cake for my brothers birthday party, I shall wear an apron in honor of the occasion.

And Griffin, while terrified of the vacuum, is in love with the broom. In.love. He's actually rather helpful, he gets the dust pail and actually attempts to place it on the floor while I sweep up the massive amounts of dog hair. It's sweet.

I'll try and get a picture of him "helping", it just hasn't been convenient to pick up the camera while cleaning.


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