full-time student, so I didn't care about my housekeeping, or making sure my kids didn't watch too much Toopy and Binoo (words on why I hate this show some other time.) Plus, I've been living in a renovation for the lifetime of my second child... It's hard to care about cleaning your kitchen when there are no cupboard doors and no baseboard or trim. Once it's clean, it's still not as pretty as you'd like it, which is so dissatisfying. However, that problem is slowly being remedied by my carpenter husband, and I'm patient (or so I keep telling myself.) Also, I'm not a student anymore... so I've slowly started to see that I actually have the time amidst my two-toddler chaos to clean up my act a little before this third babe comes along. Inside my messy little soul, I've discovered an odd liking for organizing. Maybe it's all the time I spend on Pinterest. Maybe it's that I've discovered it's way less stressful to get toddlers out the door when you can find their shoes. My husband is loving this newfound cleanliness. He grew up in a house-turned-bed-&-breakfast, so it is constantly neat as a pin. Ne'er is there a dish unwashed or a crumb unswept. Friends of mine have complained about their husband's untidiness, but I have always had to admit that in our marriage, I am the untidy one. I'm still skeptical that I can hold it together very long, because friends, this is some untested water.
|My lovely husband, playing a song for Carter: Just one part of our perfect bedtime routine. (Bahaha... please get the sarcasm that typing does not communicate).|
|Playing "Ice Cream Shop" at the park. Here's where he says "Ummy!" and pretends to eat the rocks, or he actually eats the rocks, I haven't conducted a thorough investigation.|