Now, if only her determination to help with the dishes lasts until she is older.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Brendan's room is kinda, sorta what started the mad dash at cleaning. He had been doing an exceptional job of keeping his room clean. Unfortunately, his efforts came toppling over (out of the closet, that is) at 1 AM yesterday morning. So it was time to start over. Everything was reorganized and put in its place.
The full bathrooms - the half will have to wait until tomorrow.
And boy, could I have given Mike Rowe (of Dirty Jobs fame) a run for his money. I finally managed to clean out the slow goin' sink drain in the kid's bathroom. Let. me. tell. you. It was almost more than I could stomach. Brendan did gag - sissy ;)