I have a hobby. One that you'd have to really know me to realize I partake in. I like to read about cleaning, online, and then try the cleaning tips I read about. I do this while my unsuspecting husband sits three feet away watching tv or playing a game. That's when it gets fun. Because this poor innocent spouse of mine is doomed. I never plan to spring it on him, you know, that his night/day/entire weekend is about to be ruined by dust bunnies, scrub brushes, and the litter box. But he has learned to roll with it with as little complaining as possible, because really a clean house makes a happy Mommy, and a happy Mommy means a (mostly) happy family.
So now that I have spent an hour reading about Spring Cleaning while hubby and the monsters watch previews for movies on the ps3, I am ready. Ready to start scrubbing. And while I said I wasn't going to make him do anything tonight, I think I'm about to strike a deal. We'll get the monsters in bed, and clean. And in return I will not complain about anything he wants to do tomorrow. I'm sure that this will not go over well, but really it seems good to me, because what better time to clean up after the kids than when they are happily asleep in bed? When they cannot follow Mommy around making more messes as I clean them. When we don't have to stop and yell, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT MOP AND BROOM?? (Using them as witch's brooms actually, duh Mommy)
So I guess I should say goodnight to all of you, because I'm about to upset my hubby, and do some late night cleaning. My favorite kind!
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