I'm going out on a limb here, but I think this has been the dirtiest summer I've ever experienced. And no, I'm not talking 50 Shades of Grey dirty. I swear, I clean up from breakfast only to find a trail of crumbs or dirty hand prints down the hallway. I get those cleaned up, and then someone has tracked dirt in from outside that needs to be swept up or they've thrown an entire toy box full of toys around the living room. The only way I can keep this house clean is to not be here! I make sure we leave the house for at least an hour, if not more, each day just so I know that the house will be clean when we get home. Then it starts all over again.
The icing on the cake came late yesterday afternoon while I was mowing the lawn. I had just finished up when Aidan and Aubrey came outside. (they were in the house with Kyle) No one said anything, they just had that LOOK on their faces. That, "Is she gonna yell at us?" look. You know what I mean. Then I noticed pink fingernail polish. Everywhere. Aidan apparently decided that Aubrey's toenails needed to be painted hot pink...all they way up to the first knuckle on all of her toes. I just about lost it. Thank goodness they had the sense to take the polish out onto the back deck, because the bottle somehow got dumped out all.over.the.place. Minus a few drips down in the cracks of the deck, there isn't much hot pink left on the deck. What got tracked inside came up with fingernail polish remover. (which did not remove the sealant on the hardwood floors, thank goodness) Aubrey was silent through the whole cleaning process. I think she felt proper shame. Aidan, on the other hand, jabbered constantly. I'm going to have to keep a closer eye on that one...he's in one of those phases where he's doing everything he's not supposed to, just to see what will happen.
Aubrey asked me when the cleaning people were coming to our house. I replied that "I am the cleaning people." I guess she thinks we need maid. I couldn't agree more.
