Things I Mumbled to Myself Last Night

It’s late.
I’m tired.
Seriously, how can a family of four make this big a mess.
Didn’t I just clean the girls bathroom two days ago.
Yep. That is a barbie head with green Colgate “shampoo” blocking the drain. Revolting.
How can there be dog hair up here? The dog is not allowed upstairs.
I feel like a maid.
Taking a toothbrush to the moulding in here is the only way this baby is coming clean.
Need to dust.
Why are the dressers such crap magnets?
Need to clean the toilets. Lovely.
Dishes.
Three baskets of laundry to put away? Forget it! This last one is going in the bottom of the closet. Full.
Swiffer…I love you.
I am so thankful my hubby is a wizard with the vacuum.
I hate my carpet.
Shuffle this here.
Shuffle that there.
Toys to the basement.
Eww am I actually sweating?
Time to stop this madness.

Why am I running around like a crazy women until ten at night?
The In-Laws are coming.
Just trying to organize the chaos here in Suburbia