Here's Why . . .

My house isn't clean. In fact it's a disaster. The problem is I am so easily distracted from domestic duties. Yesterday, for example, I found a crunched cracker on the futon in the living room next to the picture window. I thought to myself, I'll just grab my handy dandy little vacuum cleaner and get rid of these crumbs. So I threw everything off the futon, much to my children's dismay, climbed over the heaps of blankets, board books sippy cups and other preschool paraphenelia and folded down the mattress. Needless to say, this is a rare project in my world, so there was quite a bit of grunge to scoop up with the vacuum, but in a few minutes I had it taken care of. Then Ms. Crazy Preschooler decided that she would like to play on the futon bed instead of the futon couch, and Gus joined her, and they were having so much fun I grabbed my camera and took 140 pictures (no, I'm not lying). By that time it was lunch, and clean up time for the kitchen (a whole different story) and then time for nap, and then a rush to clean up the futon mess before my afternoon students, and then a lot of playing on the computer with the 140 pictures . . . and of course none of the other dirt was even brushed aside. But I have some fun pictures.