I thought that once my kids moved out, I’d have a clean house.
The following pictures are proof that the opposite is true…
What the heck is happening?
Well, you see, my new routine is that I come home from work, greet the fur babies, work on my Bible study, eat dinner with the hubby, write a letter to Rooster, and maybe watch TV (more often than not, I go to bed and read a bit).
Although I am super-productive at work, the afternoons seem to disappear in the blink of an eye. Weekends have me doing stuff with the Mr.
I kind of feel bad but know that if need be, I’ll catch up as soon as school lets out.
Still, Yoda’s voice echoes in my head…”Clean, I must.”