I looked around last night at the cluttered state of our house
(the natural state with multiple three year olds in the house)
and the beast awakened overnight. I took the kids to school today
and ripped the downstairs apart cleaning it. For about an hour
it looked GREAT and smelled GREAT and your feet didn't stick to
the floor when you walked.
Then I picked up the kids from school.
WHY did I even bother?
On the good side (or is it) I have physical therapy today so
that is ALMOST like a workout. That's my story and I'm sticking