This morning I woke up super motivated. Franklin and I walked down to Walgreens and bought some batteries for the dying mouse and some coffee for Mama. (Before 9:30am) Little did I know just HOW motivated I was...
I'm nesting. BIG TIME.
Today I:
-Cleaned the kitchen (surfaces, put things away, dishes running)
- Gathered laundry (I think it's having babies or something)
- Started a load of laundry
- Cleaned the living room (pick up stuff, surfaces, vacuum)
- Cleaned dining table (it was filthy)
- Cleaned the bar a bit
- Cleaned up a small poop accident
- Master bath (except the toilet...I had a kid in there and I didn't want him to get a handful of Comet when I wasn't looking)
- Light fridge cleaning (threw some stuff away)
- Folded some laundry
- Wipe dining chair seats
- Wiped doorknobs
- Ate lunch
- Folded Laundry
- Rotated Laundry
- Put Away Laundry
- Cleaned Master Bedroom surfaces
- Sorted through the kid's toys and gathered 3 to donate
- Wiped the washer and dryer
- Wiped the inside of the windows
- Dusted the mantle
I'm waiting for my dear husband to get home so I can:
- Do dinner and clean up
- Unload and load the dishwasher
- Sweep
- Vacuum the Dining area
- Scrub the toilet
- Wipe the outside of the glass doors
It's 3pm here as I type this and I've been cleaning literally all day long... The super crazy part? It doesn't feel like enough! Nesting is a crazy crazy thing.
