Well, that didn't work. So much for the "cleaning fast". Yeah right.

The cleaning fast worked in theory only. I simply can't do it. I start twitching. Then there was a sticky spot on the floor. I can't just walk by that all night! 

Spent 2 hours folding laundry. 4 loads. It just HAD to be done. I watched Monsters Inside Me. It's a show about horribly devastating parasites and amoebas that can kill you. Did you know they have the Bubonic Plague in New Mexico ?!?!  I have lived in Colorado & loved it, (God Bless Manitou!) and I have been thru New Mexico several times, just for the record. But now, we will never travel there as a family. Sorry. In fact, all the horrors on the show seemed to come from the southwest. Must have been a southwest special. Finally finished at midnight, then LittleBoy woke me up at 5am for elbow-in-the-eye and ice-cold-feet snuggle fest. Then immediately after snuggling in and falling asleep again he screamed that he had to potty. I have never felt so much like an old horse.

Today I hope to run 4 miles. It is a beautiful, crisp New England day.

Just For Today...

 Just for Today I will not wipe, clean, sort, fold, wash, or otherwise make orderly. I will not sweep, swab, or swish away dirt. I will not tuck, tidy, or make neat. It will be hard, I will be straining to stop myself, but I MUST NOT GIVE IN! It must be done. I must draw in my notebook. I must have a creative outlet. I must loose myself in the music of the spheres and divine inspiration, even if only for the 5 extra minutes I get from not doing those things.

 I had a spectacular tantrum this morning due to excessive and relentless pre-coffee cleaning issues. I roared. It felt great.

Here's the story:  In the predawn hours, Little Boy had a timeout (I am skipping over a few details here, what prompted the timeout, etc) So he sat in the timeout rocking chair for the prescribed two minutes. I knew he had to pee but he refused to go before timeout so I sent Husband in to go check. Et vîola! LB peed all over his pants. Husband proceeded to clean him up and go about the day. 

However, in my prework scramble to get clothes, diapers, toys ready for a day G-ma's house, I came across a surprise! (And please no lectures about prepping the night before, it just didn't happen, ok?)

 A cascading torrent of urine, soaking the cushion, flowing onto the floor, puddles rivers and streams of it. How could he pee this much? Had he not gone in many days? I didn't understand, and in my pre-dawn pre-coffee pre-work mental fugue, I thought Husband had just intentionally left it all for me to clean. For me? On top of the mountains of urine soaked laundry, the mountains of clean and unfolded unsorted laundry, the grime on the floor, the sticky patch in the kitchen, the crumbs everywhere, the piddle in the bathroom, the moldy moldy mold everywhere.......
And so...I.Lost.My.Shit.

Let's just say, things flew around, boxes were kicked, a tantrum ensued.  LB looked on in awe and said in hushed tones, "Mummy - you craaanky." 

Yes sweetie, I am.