Here we are once again, my beautiful Saturday off! It's so nice to just sit on the couch and not have to worry if Archer's eating crap off the floor or making supper or cleaning something.
Did you know I hate cleaning? Like seriously, even if God himself had told me 10 years ago this was where I would be, a housewife with a degree not working, a husband and a baby that I take care of daily, I wouldn't have believed him. I used to despised the idea of June Cleaver and Aunt Bea. That wasn't me.
And, I have to admit, it still isn't me. When Chance gets home, there are a few dishes from lunch in the sink, there are toys from one corner of the living room to the other. There is still laundry in a pile in the bathroom. I'm just not big on cleaning my life away, not that I ever would or could by the way, but I just would rather spend my days playing with Archer and blogging during nap time rather than picking up toys. Just not my thing.
My Barbie's had house cleaners and jobs. And nannys. : ) Guess life's not as predictable as we think.
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I use to be a clean freak, and I mean almost to the point of OCD. But once Brinley was born it all changed I realized that playing with my daughter and spending time with my husband was 100x more important than cleaning. My house is pretty clean compared to "normal" people but all cleaning is done at naptime and after my husband goes to bed. Brinley isn't going to remember how clean our house was, she is going to remember the good times we had dancing around the living room and playing together.
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