I’m kidding. Danny and Ian are camping this weekend. A neighbor stopped by this evening and the first thing she said was “Your house is sooo clean. And quiet.” Truth be told, I spent most of today eating chips and salsa and playing Scrabble online. I did not sweep the floors. I did not do one load of laundry. I did nothing remotely productive (unless you count quality time spent with my <a href="http://www.asseenontvguys.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&ProdID=377"target="
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In case you’re confused, let’s recap. I did nothing today except shave my feet. (OK, you might be grossed out at this sentence, but I’m totally cracking myself up here.) NOTHING. And yet, my neighbor complimented me on the state of my house. Now she’s a regular neighbor – she sees my house in all kinds of conditions. From her this was a high compliment. How, you ask, is this possible?
For me, the answer is to get rid of half of my kids. Poof. The remaining kids are hyper-aware of the fact that I’ll know for sure who just showered and left all that mess in the bathroom. They know I’ll know who ate what for lunch and left the mess all over the counter. Again, poof. They straighten their butts right up. And, I promise – last time, POOF! My house stays clean. It’s really kind of remarkable.
This is not to say that if you have two kids, your house should be clean. The key is getting rid of one half of your children. I’m not sure what to recommend to those of you with an odd number of kids, but you’re a creative bunch.
This evening, after my long day of rest, I waited until Andy went to bed and then made some yogurt and granola. I’m including a picture of the granola because it’s delicious and I want to remember this batch. Tim was putt-putt golfing until nearly 11 pm. He came home, finished up a bunch of leftovers and went to bed. Now, I’m sitting in the clean house and putting off going to bed. Tomorrow the rest of the boys come home and with them a ton of dirty, nasty laundry and my floors will once again be sand-covered and my bathrooms disgusting. :::sigh:::: Maybe I’ll invite my neighbor over for breakfast so the clean house thing will be cemented in her mind?