Banished...

The dirt and grime that is. My trio were super cooperative today so all my work is done!!!! I finished it up while the trio napped and got done just in time to dash out the door to go get Kori. I did manage to "tame" my hair a bit as I don't want to look like a lunatic when I go and get her, even though I don't get out of the car. Not to mention I had to stop and get some milk after I picked her up.

As I cleaned the glass in the front door today I wondered to myself...why don't I ever see any of the neighbors doing anything like this. I don't see anyone else cleaning glass, sweeping their sidewalks, shaking rugs and I never hear anyone else's vacuuming sounds coming from their open windows. Am I the only one who cleans????? Surely not...maybe I'm the only one suffering from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder about it. Sure would nice to see someone shake a rug or something so I know I'm not alone. My arms are sore (this sounds pathetic) from wiping down all of my cabinet fronts with a soapy rag and then using Liquid Gold on them to shine them up. I must sound like a total wimp. I lift babies all day every day but I'm sore from cleaning...oh brother.

After all my hard work my husband says "WHAT was that horrible smell when I got up?" I wanted to say "probably your breath" but I refrained...oh man it was hard though. After further inquiry (it could have been my roast, laundry, a lingering poop smell from the mounds of poopie diapers I was barraged with today) it was determined that he was not keen on the flavor of "smelly good spray" I used at the conclusion of my cleaning. What horrible offending smell was it you ask? Apple Cinnamon. Men! He then told me I should stick only to using the French Vanilla he apparently loves so much. I told him next time he cleans he can use that one, I like the Apple Cinnamon one just as much. Not to mention its the same flavor as what I've had in my "Glade Scented Oil" thingy for two weeks...I hate to become boorish, but men!

Today I found myself teary as I drove to pick up Kori. The song "In My Daughter's Eyes" by Martina McBride came on and it got me good. I just want to be a good and loving mother to my girls. I want to set good examples, instill good morals and values. I want them to value a clean and tidy home, clean/ironed laundry, home cooked meals, a loving relationship with their spouse/family etc. I just want them to do well and have learned some of it by me. I think some days I do okay, and there are others I must look like a bumbling idiot! Motherhood can be so tough some times.

As I folded clothes today I heard the girls laughing. I peeked around to see Morgan and Kamryn sitting facing one another on the floor. They had their feet touching (so adorable!). Kamryn had the little tub that the shape sorting pieces go in and she was putting it up to her face and then snatching it down. Morgan found all of this to be extremely amusing! She was squealing with delight and chanting "more more". So adorable! While this was going on, Jason was sitting on the ottoman watching them too with a big smile on his face. It's so rewarding and wonderful to experience this! We are so lucky!

Tomorrow I have blood work/pre-surgery testing to do...oh joy! I also have to go to the grocery store so we don't starve this weekend. I'm getting easy and tasty things to eat. At least the laundry will be caught up and my house has been cleaned. That makes me relax a little bit more, not much but a little. Ahhhhhh stress, it makes the world go 'round!