Just finished cleaning the little boys' room. After 2 hours of sorting toys, folding laundry, scrubbing walls, washing the floor, hanging pictures, filling trash cans, it was a very satisfying 4 minutes sitting in the middle of the floor, gazing at and admiring my, *if I do say so myself*, super awesome job. *ahhhh*
..I now await the moment a day or two from now when I enter that same room, which will not be so squeaky-clean any longer, when my jaw drops and a noise sounding something like, "Gahhhffggicuhh" spills from my mouth in despair.
Oh well. It's clean now. It was a nice 4 minutes while it lasted.
2 comments:
You wouldn't want to clean my room by any chance, would you? :P
Oh i know how that is!
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