Being Mrs. Arnow

This is dinner time.

Some times I think “if I didn’t have to work all day, my house would be so much cleaner!” Then, this reality check hits me. This is what happens when we’ve been home for 20 minutes. If I were home 8 hours a day, how much worse would it be??? Ok, the dishes in the sink, the laundry piles in the washroom, all that hoopla was there before we got home, but whatevs. You get it. If I didn’t have to spend so much time cleaning up after reheating leftovers cooking dinner, maybe I’d have the energy time to focus on the laundry. I know you could say “he made the mess, let him pick it up!” But I do. And normally, he’s great for about 3 items. He says “pick up” and puts 3 items away, then everything derails and he finds something in the drawer he’s putting things away in, to take back out. It’s our cycle.

So without fail, I spend post bedtime cleaning the one room in the house I can control (the kitchen) and then I think about folding more laundry, but rarely get to it.

Speaking of airing my dirty laundry, look at this pile of awesome:

I walked away for 3 minutes… I swear, sometimes having two pugs and a toddler, really means I just have 3 toddlers.