So I was going to clean the house last night.
You know how it goes, you get home from work and the very last thing you feel like doing is cleaning.
As one of my co-workers would say, "I hear ya cluckin'."
Growing up I had this dream that my house would always be spotless and shiny and smell like baking cookies. Or sometimes cake.
But the funny part? I still think my house will be clean and spotless after I have children--that there won't be any toys or dirty clothes all over the floor.
And I know I'm crazy to believe it, but I do.