a few weeks ago,
one of the bunco ladies
offered up her daughter
as a babysitter.
m has a violin concert this week,
so we thought this would be a great
mm and i could go with m,
and the little kids could stay here
or watch spongebob.
we'd be right up the road,
and not gone for long.
until i realized...
i'll have to clean our house!
i mean, it's clean-ish, mostly,
i just need to tweak it.
uh yeah, tweak it.
i'm about halfway through the process,
which has included
two days of
clearing out junk drawers,
organizing under the sinks,
cleaning off the top of the microwave,
going through the kids' artwork,
scrubbing the showers,
polishing the kitchen sink with baking soda,
oh, and going through k's winter clothes.
i am clearly deranged.
i am cleaning our house for a babysitter.
a 14-year-old babysitter.
i want her to like us!
really, really, like us.
(and obviously, clean junk drawers will help)
the last shred of my sanity depends on it.