The Truth Hurts and Helps

 When I announced that I was going to be spring cleaning this week I am pretty sure I heard the boy let out a groan and that he intentionally made himself sick so he didn’t have to completely actively participate (he did have veto power though), however, there is something liberating about going through, organizing, and cleaning out.  I was planning on waiting till we move, but someone burst my bubble the other day, when I mentioned  that I was postponing some deep cleaning till we moved this person responded with “What if you don’t move for another six months or so, are you going to let it go for that long?”  Yes, I am still speaking to that person, although for a minute I was not too happy with them for being realistic instead of optimistic.   So now for a few days it will stay clean and organized, until the baby girl comes and starts pulling everything out of one of my neat drawers while I am not looking and I shove it all back in like it was a week ago.  Such is life!