A Clean House...

After visiting with my OCD father and my immaculate housekeeper MIL (see, can't call her OCD cuz she might get me), I decided that I am a slob. Seriously. I wouldn't normally tell the world about this problem, but I have no morals anymore so I figured I might as well put it out there.

I probably shouldn't use the word slob. That's not really nice. I usually blame my "lived in" house on the toddler. This is not a lie. She destroys within minutes of my cleaning. She has gotten smarter in her methods though. While I clean the living room, she runs off to the kitchen or dining room and makes her messes in there. While I clean those, she goes into the living room and distributes her toys throughout as she sees fit. You get the picture. Either way, I am tired of living in a "lived in" house when everyone else's house is so CLEAN.

I just erased the paragraph detailing exactly what I did today because really? Who cares. I cleaned my house. I feel better. The End.

This afternoon, the husband put the toddler down for her nap at his lunch time. Did ya get all that? Anywho, before he laid her down though he had to change a stinky diaper (p.s. Do NOT tell the toddler she has a stinky ass...she will repeat). He decided to leave her pants off. After naptime, I was sitting her playing Guitar Hero (housework was done yo) and she walked up to me. I assume her finger was covered in poop (playing the game, duh!) because there was a HORRIBLE smell and said something then wiped it on her shirt. Super. She is no longer allowed to go pantless.

How was everyone else's Monday?