My house is a mess. My life is a mess. My body is a mess. My truck is a mess. My brain is a mess.
I don’t know how to clean it up! I did great this morning. I woke up, cleaned the kitchen, put in a load of laundry and cleaned the whole dining room.
My 6 year old son was home sick so within two hours he and my four year old had destroyed it again. Cleaning the house is like making your bed. Why bother?
When I get home from ballet lessons I’m going to make an effort to pick the dining room back up. We’ll see how that goes.