Don't judge me

I used to be the housewife that cleaned the house daily. I am not that person anymore. It could be due to the fact that I normally work 9-10 hour days, leaving before Mya wakes up and arriving only an hour or two before she goes to bed...so i prefer to spend time with her and Tim. It could also be because when I first got married, I thought that my duty as a wife was to clean and cook, so naturally I tried to do that until I drove myself and Tim crazy. It could also be because I used to have more energy. I am nearly three years older than I used to be and in my old age (haha) I feel tired. Who knows? All I know is that cleaning has turned into an annoyance. However, it must be done. So I try to pick up my house every couple of days and clean every two weeks. By pick up, I mean...load the dishwasher (oh, who am I kidding....I hate this chore so Tim almost always has to do it), pick up Mya's toys which seem to take over the house, wash the laundry (not put away because that takes too much effort...so after it is dry it normally ends up in a basket on our bedroom floor which then turns into all over our floor when I am trying to locate that perfect outfit), and vacuum (if there is time). See...I told you not to judge me.

Yesterday, I cleaned the house. There is definitely a difference between picking up and cleaning. My mom always taught me to clean thoroughly, and that is what I do. I cleaned every room in our house except the kitchen (sorry Tim). I ran out of energy by 4pm to do that room. I tackled our bedroom and Mya's bedroom. I usually avoid these rooms except when going to bed because it literally looks like someone threw a bomb in our dresser drawers because all the clothes are thrown everywhere. My goal, which I accomplished, was to wash, fold, and put all the clothes away once they were done in hopes that this would prevent further bombs. Mya loved the whole washing and drying thing. She helped me throw clothes and even herself into the dryer a couple of times. Mya loves doing things she doesn't think she is supposed to do. She just giggled the whole time she was in the dryer. See pictures below. Mya's room is always hard because her favorite thing to do is take all of her clothes out of her drawers and throw them in her room, the hall, down the stairs, and in our room. So frustrating but cute. Once our rooms were cleaned, dusted and vacuumed, I headed to the upstairs bathroom. I have also avoided cleaning this room because #1, it is located right next to Mya's room and in order to clean it, I need her to be sleeping, but I also don't want to wake her up by scrubbing the shower and #2, it was just easy to avoid. But I cleaned it. And I feel so much better about it.

It was a long and tiring cleaning day. Mya and I took naps when we finished. Although I dislike some aspects of cleaning, I always love the results. Enjoy the few pictures of Mya that I was able to take while she played in the dryer. She just kept taking her socks off and saying, "sock mommy...sock." I think she knows clothes are supposed to go in the dryer so she was trying to help me by putting her socks in there. Silly little thing.