This week I probably won't be the greatest of all bloggers. I guess I'm never really the greatest, but I'm going to be busy this week cleaning up the house for Kaia's birthday party on Saturday and doing a bit of helping out my Mom getting her stuff put away at her new apartment.
I'm a little lax on keeping up with the house work. I've never been what some consider themselves to be, a domestic diva. I'm more outdoorsy, less domestic cleaning. The dishes are my all time most hated domestic chore. Even though we have a dishwasher, I'd rather scrub toilets. With these kids, it's always a chore. They have selective hearing, I suppose because no matter how many times we say don't leave your stuff in the livingroom, they leave their stuff in the livingroom. Random socks, books, cards, etc. I'll be scrubbing, buffing, cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, and all that jazz on the majority of the house. BUT... I refuse to clean my children's rooms for them. I clean every other room. Not to mention, I do all the laundry. The least they can do is pick up their rooms, I say. So most likely, during the cookout on Saturday, their bedroom doors will be closed and remain closed until the very last guest has left. I might go pick up some of that biohazard tape.... you know, just to be on the safe side.