My mom is a cleaner. I am not. It's nice to have a clean house, but the time and effort to make a house spotless just doesn't seem like it is worth it to me. Houses that don't look lived in seem so uncomfortable to me. I'm not saying that I live in a pig sty or like dirt. I just don't mind a little clutter here and there.
Getting ready for our baby to arrive, I've wondered when my nesting insticts were going to kick in. When was I going to just have to clean things and make sure that there was not a spec of dust anywhere the baby was going to be? Well, that hasn't happened...at least not for me. My mom, on the other hand, has become a cleaning powerhouse. She came over and helped me clean the house, including cleaning the carpets. From top to bottom. This is the cleanest I think my house has ever been.
Thanks, Mom!
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