All day long the kids ask me, " Mom come watch what I can do!" or "are we going anywhere fun today?" or "Can I go to Kace's house?" or "read me a story" and "I'm hungry mommy" ect...
I feel like I am a prisoner to the constant cleaning monster slave master! I don't mind a little cleaning I actually love making everything look nice, freshly vacuumed rooms, neatly folded piles of laundry, and the smell of bleach. What I hate is that I have to be cleaning or a mess is being made! Its like they follow me around messing up behind me, little tornadoes at my feet. I have found it helps to clean just every other day. So hit or miss you may come over on a clean day or a real messy day.
There is some good though, the kids love to help clean, and are happier when the house is clean. Brian jr, asks me to help him clean his room when it get messy, Katie loves to help with the dishes, they both love to spray cleaner then use a rag and clean with Mama. When Brian was born the Relief Society ladies fave me this poem and I try to remember it when i get too caught up in all that cleaning, prison monster slave driver:
Last night after the house was all clean, while Katie was asleep in bed I was nursing Susan. Brian came out and wanted another story. So Susan squirmed away and I held Brian. The big
kid almost 5, was curled up laying on my chest while I sang to him I played with his hair. As we were having a nice moment together I could hear Susan dump out a whole cup of milk just as I was going to get up I remembered the last few lines in the poem. I then decided to ignore the cleaning monster inside me, as I continued to cuddle Brian Susan splashed and giggled in the milk.




Its hard to miss with the purple Pillars and bright rug painted on the stucco building. Brian said "You know the food must be good if there are bars on the windows"It was a brave move but we took all the kids with us into the little restaurant. We seated ourselves in the room decorated with Minni pinatas and were shortly greeted by a short happy woman who spoke little


