When I woke up this morning, I had a rare, overwhelming moment of cleaning inspiration. The big kids were immediately sent to get dressed and make their beds, and the littles tried their best to do the same. I was so wrapped up in getting one more thing done, multitasking with every pass from one room to the next, I noticed that the kids were all, suddenly, nowhere to be found.
My husband’s closet is clean, all the beds are made, and the sinks have been wiped out. And this is what it cost:
Oh Heck, I’m beat.