My lovely husband is coming home after a week in China and I decided I should really do a little more deeper cleaning than usual to perk him up when he walks in the door. If I run out of time, I may employ the trick of spilling and spraying cleaning products all over the place to make it smell brilliantly spotless, regardless what it looks like. Boys are dumb and it has worked in the past. Bahaha! It's like tossing flour on your face and spilling some on the counter to make it look like you slaved over dinner ;-)
So the bird legs still sit on my artsy desk with no bird, but the cat's bathroom is free of litter all over the floor and I've vacuumed an entire school of Goldfish crackers from the living room floor. Sigh. Such is the life of a mom trying to be an artist. There was yet another battle for the crackers, with two "kids," aged almost 17 and 26, running around the house, screaming and laughing and stealing the gigantic box of crackers from each other, applying graffiti in an effort to "tag" the carton as their own. It was the silliest thing that I ever thought (the key word, thought) I got on video. There's always that darned little button I forget to press sometimes....
