In my dream world: my house would clean itself. I could lay something down, and magically it would fly around the room & place itself where it is supposed to go. Papers would be organized the way they are supposed to be filed, and when I no longer needed them, they would disappear. Junk mail would recycle itself, and the trash would haul itself to the curb. I would not need a washing machine, b/c our clothes would magically clean themselves when we took them off, and on top of that--they'd hang themselves up or fold themselves.
In reality: this house will not ever be cleaned if LAINEY-PANEY doesn't clean it.
Welcome to my world.
It's Monday. I switched working today for working Wednesday, so I'm home today. I need to clean, clean, clean. No---really, I have a paper worth 50% of my grade due in 10 days. THAT is what I should be doing. Can we say, "procrastination"????
But, again---my house really does need a good cleaning. There's sh*t scattered from the front door to the back door.
Gage is....in a MOOD today.
Over the weekend: went to Corsicana on Saturday for a birthday party. Came home. Went to Corsicana on Sunday for a different birthday party. Last night, came home.
Pics & details coming soon....but I have not uploaded the pics yet.