Housework

We are back from the dude ranch/Gilbert Reunion and we've brought home a nifty little souvenir of a cold. I was laying on the couch congested, achy, sore throat and such when all of a sudden I looked around at the apparent bomb that had just been let off by my children. Chris had to go out of town for a night and so it was just me and the kids for a few days, in our sickness and glory and, to what did my wondering eyes did appear?....no housekeeper or maid or nanny or magical elves that would find a way to clean the mess that had accumulated when the regular "help" was healthy. At one point I was so sick I was even hopeful that a crafty Rumpelstiltskin would show up to alleve me of some of my chores for the mere sum of a child. It got better however when I realized that right before the trip, I had taken these pictures of Ainsley . I couldn't wait to look at them. They reminded me that at some recent point in time, my house was clean and spotless, very unlike its current status.
Right before the trip I had embarked on my usual routine of deep cleaning the entire house before a big trip. (I know it's my OCD tendencies shining through but I just love to leave my house spotless when I leave for a trip so that I'll come home to "nothing to do.") I dressed Ainsley up in her housecoat while I was scrubbing and cleaning and clicked these pictures because she was cracking me up. Everytime I thought, "Why am I cleaning my house again?" I'd look at her and chuckle with words like "Lazy" under my breath, after all, even though she's dressed the part, she didn't do a lot of cleaning.