Shiny Everything

You wouldn't normally think that house cleaning would be something worth blogging about. But this isn't your blog now, is it?

I came home last night to the best smelling, cleanest home I've ever seen. The floors were shiny, the tables were shiny, the potty was shiny. You know that part of the door where the kids put their dirty little hands that you only notice while you going to the bathroom but then you forget to clean? Yeah, that part was all shiny, too! I'm a happy lady!

I wasn't the only one happy. The kids were stoked that someone else made their beds and I told them not to get used to it. And at bedtime my darling little Cole said, "mom, I want to get one of those slaves to clean my room all the time." Sweet, sweet boy.

Unless I quit my job and stay at home, I will never go without a house cleaner again!