i was cleaning the bathroom downstairs a few days ago.
{the most used, messiest, and most cleaned bathroom in our house might i add.}
chase couldn't be entertained by A THING.
all he wanted to do was play in the potty with his toys,
and spray toilet bowl cleaner all over the walls.
i kept trying to get him involved in ANYTHING other than helping me clean the bathroom,
so that i could get my cleaning done before it was time to pick max up from preschool,
but he wouldn't be pawed at.
finally, he wandered off into the pantry,
and i got the last of the bathroom scrubbed.
i can tell i'm pregnant b/c i've been cleaning potty's and counter tops multiple times a week, and sometimes twice in one day. this never happens to me except when i'm pregnant. like the nesting type of pregnant. when i feel the need to have spick and span bathrooms all of the time. it's amazing. then the baby comes out, and we're not sleeping, and i'm going a little bit crazy from the lack of sleep and having no control over any part of my life, and i feel like if i could just clean the bathrooms everything would be ok, but who can clean their bathrooms twice a week with a newborn anyway?? who can clean the bathrooms twice a week without a newborn?? no one, unless you're me and you're in the nesting phase of being pregnant, that's when. it's unnecessary, it's OCD, and it's amazingly FABULOUS:). also i buy new garbage cans for my bathrooms, organize closets, and get rid of things, and stuff like that. so like i was saying, the baby comes out, and i usually have a meltdown about three weeks in, i clean the bathrooms for the first time in a month, and i come back to my senses with a two hour cry, followed by a 2 hours nap, and i get over my clean bathroom thing. then we go back to our weekly {ehem, ok maybe it's every other weekly, bathroom cleaning routine, with the exception of visitors coming b/c lord knows my house is never cleaner than the 15 minutes before someone is coming.
so just when i got this bathroom scrubbed to sparkling perfection, chase came walking around the corner with a tupper ware full of fishy crackers.
and just when i went to take it from him to open it and lure him to the table so i could clean the other bathrooms upstairs,
he pulled the lid off and fishy crackers went everywhere.
LIKE EVERYWHERE:)
and i thought about how funny it was that this would happen.
like the universe telling me to quit trying to tell me to slow down,
get less done, and just let the toddler help.
so i decided to give up on my independent cleaning mission,
and i went to get the little dust buster out of the coat closet,
and by the time i got back chase had managed to step on about 100 fishy crackers,
squishing them into abooooouuuuut a million billion pieces.
and that's when i had this genius idea:)
i handed that little dust buster over to chase,
who was BEGGING for the job,
and i just knew this was the universe giving me a little bit of appreciation for my moment of submission.
oh yes, yes it was.
and for the next 25 minutes he vaccumed vacummed vacuumed {it really took me three tries, and i looked at the spell check each time. i will never learn how to spell that word.} up every particle of fishy crackers in that little bathroom of ours off of the garage.
and i cleaned the other two bathrooms in peace upstairs:)
and pretty much we BOTH felt like champs.
give a toddler a job,
and they will always pay you in dividends.
free ones too.
next time i'm giving him the vacumm vacuum {uHHh!!!!} from the start.
who needs a house keeper when you have THE baby man chase ray?
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