Of course you are. I mean, what’s NOT to be proud of? (I’m proud of me. So LIE, people.)
I realized that part of the reason I can’t get anything done in the evening is because, well, I’m tired. And Joshua won’t let me. He wants to sit in my lap and watch Yo Gabba Gabba or read books and I want to indulge him in that. I don’t want to spend the only time of the day I have with him while he’s awake cleaning all visible surfaces of my house. (Though, when I’m home with him in the summer, I don’t want to spend his awake time cleaning either, and I want to spend his not-awake time being not awake, too, so…yeah.)
I know that what I do is tolerate the mess and then the mess builds and before I know it, I’m drowning.
This is what I did tonight after Joshua went to bed, while Dan took over dinner duty.
|O.M.G. LESS CHAOS|
Ask me in a week if the counter and sinks still look this way.