It happens around this time. No, it’s not allergies. Or taxes. It’s house cleaning. It seems never ending. And like death and taxes it is inevitable.
Sure there are times when I break out the mop, broom, and other accoutrements on a weekly basis.
And then there are times when I wait until my shoes stick to the floor (which is longer than it used to be since the kids are older.
Of course in summer, the gauge moves to the army of hairballs amassing in the corner and waiting for the signal to take over the house.
So that’s how I’ll spend my time today. Unless I happen across a book. It happens usually in my office. Which reminds me, I should start cleaning in my office. Yeah. That sounds right:D
Until next time.