Today is "clean the house" day. My son and daughter are both at school and, in celebration of some time alone, I haul out the lysol, blissfully scrubbing down everything I see. Right. I hate cleaning the house. I HATE cleaning the house. Not only is it boring, but there's no appreciation in it. True story:
Last week I cleaned the bathrooms (thoroughly), mopped the floors, swept the floors, dusted, cleaned the kitchen and did some laundry. My husband walks through the door and first thing he said -FIRST THING - "I see you didn't put the clothes away."
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