The Monday clean. I try not to clean much on Sunday and then usually realize I should have given it a bigger go on Saturday, so by Monday I'm itching to clean. (yes C and M, no lecture here, I'm improving...and you know who you are...sisters!) The daily struggle with my kitchen floor. Why did I not do before and after's of the kids room because it was quite a feat today. I only make them really really clean like (like vacumn-able) every 4th day or so. We have to straighten everyday, but sometimes mommy is tired.
BUT BACK TO SUBJECT AT HAND. The dang kitchen floor. three meals a day it gets killed and I sweep and wipe. That is a place mat fallen on the floor. I will pat myself on the back because this weekend I taught D to put away the utensils...score one for me-self. Cause kids plates and kids cups wasn't doing a big enough dent...don't worry, Luke mastered utensils long ago. crap, I went off subject again. oh yes, my nasty floor.
Regular old Monday at the McCoy manor.
Knights and princesses.We are obsessed...or those two are. Luke takes that big stick thing and runs up and down the driveway 'jousting' and then says he uses the sword later. a foam sword, don't worry.
LA side note: This is such a funny place. four doors down from my badly cracked and rented driveway was a convertible Bentley. Black. I was pulling the girls in the wagon and Luke was scootering (is that a word) and I stopped and stared. The lady looked like I was crazy, but you don't see one of those everyday...just every third maybe.
Gotta show the shoes
I hesitate to show this picture, but I want you to think of my poor sweet B who crashed on her Face on Friday. So this is greatly improved. OUCH is right. Poor thing. At least the scrape on her head is better. The nose is worse when its mixed with snot. Her hair was post-nap
I love you my little knight.