Yesterday, as a Valentine's gift for Chris, I did one of the dirtiest things I have ever done.
I cleaned our master bathroom.
The cleaning lady and I parted ways back in October, and since then I have cleaned our bathroom, well, I'm going to say twice and hope that you all will still love me if I admit that maybe it has only been once. It was filthy, especially since one of us (and I'm not naming names here, but I'm sure you can figure it out) tends to pee on the floor.
Speaking of Chris, he has offered to clean the bathroom but I will not let him because I volunteered for this housewife thing and therefore it is my job. So yes, not only have I spent months not cleaning the bathroom, I have refused to allow anyone else to clean the bathroom due to some sort of June Effing Cleaver pride. It's magic living with me I tell you.
I have an excuse! Up until a week and a half ago the only places Mia ever slept were on me or in my room (or on me and in my room). Yesterday, she took her first ever nap in her crib, and then she took her second ever nap in her crib and I, as I believe I have mentioned, used the time to get dirty.
I was going to post a picture of my sparkling clean bathroom as proof, but decided that was weird, so I'll go with this one instead.
This would be cuter if you could see that we were wearing matching barettes, but I am consoled by my ability to photoshop out the honking big zit between my eyes.