Christmas is slowly but surely leaving my home, slowly because the many little kiddos that are ever at my feet make it near impossible to accomplish even the simplest of goals. I want the decorations gone. I want simple, stark, and empty. There is so much clutter in our home that I feel as if it's closing in on me, suffocating me where I stand. The garbage truck just pulled away and I wanted to run after it, screaming "Wait!! Please come back and take the rest of it!" as I threw everything in our home out of the front door.
I have cleaned, organized, and put away all morning long.
This is what I accomplished.
Seriously. All morning long. Two lousy rooms!
But, it's a start and it's better than before so I have to force myself to be satisfied.
I still have these little gems to contend with...
I feel like showing these to you sort of shames me into cleaning. And clean I will...but no more for today.
Because it's pretty hard to keep these faces smiling while one is preoccupied with housework. And in the never ending battle of happy kids vs. a clean house, the kids win every time.