Since my mother-in-law passed away, it seems like all I do is clean. I really don’t mind. Except for the part where it looks like all I need to do is clean.
Stella can’t get her groove back in the keeping up department.
It reminds me of when all three of the children played multiple sports. Our home became a hotel where we dumped our dirty clothes and gear and grabbed a quick bite to eat either making it in our kitchen, and leaving a mess behind, or carrying it in, and leaving a big mess behind.
Hazel and Alice do not live here anymore, apparently.
Right now, our Fall/Halloween decorations are out and some Thanksgiving-ish/Christmas decorations are out.
Which means everything coming back out needs dusting and everything being put away needs dusting and nothin’ is gettin’ dustin’.
Top it off with “we expect your father-in-law to be moved in before the end of the year”…
The end of which year? THIS year?
It is seriously killing me.
In lieu of flowers, please send a maid.
Love you guys. See you tomorrow.