It seems life throws us twists and turns we are unable to cope with at the given time, but it has been proven time and time again - time heals.
And while parts of my life are spent healing a whole lot lately, other parts of my life have seem to of gone to shambles. My house, for instance.
Today I realized while stepping into "my office" (which is just a large walk-in pantry closet, basically) that my foot was stuck on some sort of foreign sticky substance. Most likely remnants of Miss Bianca's popsicle she decided to carry around when nobody was looking.... or perhaps my own spill of my Diet Coke. Who knows. Either way, disgusting. After eating breakfast and trying to wipe down the kitchen table I discovered there were small "mountains" of gook left where Miss B sits. Again, probably left-overs from weeks worth of "you missed a spot" areas that have now hardened to the point it's gonna take sandpaper to remove. And lastly, I was doing dishes and thought it looked very cloudy and grey outside... until I realized it was mildew and dirt grime that had established residency.
Enough.
I've been ignoring the obvious lately and trying to do things I really like to do - plan the 2nd birthday party, finish the new nursery, take some pictures at the park.... it was time to surrender and clean. I keep asking for a cleaning lady to magically appear on my doorstep. Derek's totally against it. I figured if I kept letting the house go.... eventually he would cave and we'd hire one.
Nope.
Cleaning is a tricky thing to do when you have kid(s) at home. I started with the windows outside and let Bianca play in her water table while I cleaned. 35 minutes and streak-free windows later.... she ran up to them, used her wet body to slide along them, and slobbered with her face creamed to it on one side with me on the other side, saying "Hiiiiii Mama!" Waste of time. I played "smoosh your face on the window" right back.
Floors next. Vacuumed with Bianca assisting me by carrying the cord around. But she would get distracted and get more toys out and line them up in the path of suction. The hardwoods were another joke. Just after polishing, she runs into the kitchen with an old juice cup, leaking all over the what-once-were shining wood floors and stepping in every drip. "Heeeere Mama! Help!" Thank you, Bianca, for all your help.
I realized: it doesn't matter. I have toys in every room of my house. I open my underwear drawer only to find her toothbrush, bent q-tips, and a cookie monster doll waiting to be rescued. My deodorant has gone missing only to be discovered in the book case in her room. I'm still missing a black high heel shoe from last summer after she ransacked my closet. Bianca insists on helping put the clean dishes up from the dishwasher, but she drops most of the clean silverware on the floor while attempting to put it in the drawer. My floors are always sticky and you have to check to make sure there's no toys or entire roll of TP in the toilet before you flush ($150 plumber bill later). This is our life.
And I love it.
My neighbor, Loren, and her newbie little boy, Griffin, came over this evening for a little treat. Lo picked us up Starbucks. We watched Bianca play and I held baby Griffin while we watched the Sprout channel. Her life has changed over the last few months, too. Welcome to motherhood. We chatted and caught up on life. She's back to work after her maternity leave. Yes, she's a working mom, too, and it's tough. But hey, something's gotta give (for me.... it's gonna be house cleaning).
Sorry honey.
Tonight I got to squish and kiss this little mans cute thighs. And they are there for the taking. I LOVE babies and holding their little bodies close to mine. It was perfect - just the fix I needed. Little Griff was happy the entire time.... and CUTE AS CAN BE!!!
Look at these squishers!!!

Oh... he looks like his Daddy.


Wild hair day for this one. Blame the spray-in sunblock.

She's at the table, folks.... and serious as can be.

Well, not always serious.



Bianca's method of eating an Oreo.... lick all the frosting, then eat the cookie.


Happy Wednesday. And Happy Cleaning!












































