Weekends are busy at the Allen's. Usually on Saturday we have a b'day party or playdate to go to for each kid. We try to clean house, and when I say "we" I do ask everyone but I usually get "Oh Mom its Saturday" attitude so I tend to do it myself. Sunday's I go to an actually J.O.B.- I'm a waitress/manager at a cafe that I've been with for 11 yrs. Sunday's are CHAOS and I'm the one in charge- pressure and more pressure. I have a great crew so that helps but some days I just want to give it the big middle finger. I come home to a messy house- love my hubby but cleaning is not his forte. I should have caught that clue when I started dating him and he had old beer bottles under his bed. But hey love is blind, right! I do get dinner cooked for me though- so big woohoo for hubby on that. However, when I get up on Monday I see Hurricane Allen has hit my house yet again.
I guess I need to move my big booty off this comfy chair, blast some smooth RB, put on my gloves and conquer this MESS!