Filthy

I just got home from work. It's late, I'm tired, and looking at my house makes me want to cry. It is normally hard to get housework done with Ethan around b/c he gets in the way (on purpose, to get attention.) With him sick, ZERO housework has been done all week. That means that you can't go in the kitchen without shoes, we are all running out of clothes, the dishes are spread out along the counter, the carpets are developing a crust of goldfish and raisins, and all is in general disarray. I think it may take a while to get everything back to normal.

Luckily, our friend upstairs LOVES to clean. I'm not kidding. It makes her feel good. So good, in fact, that she has asked to come help! I know. You are all thinking that she is just being a good friend. But no, she really enjoys cleaning that much. You should see her apartment. So now that Ethan is on the upswing and we have some help, maybe walking into my house won't make me want to walk back out again.