Fighting a good fight...

I mentioned in my birthday post that I had my house clean and the laundry done. These scenerio happens too rarely. Like months apart. So now its all clean I feel myself fighting to keep in clean. To stay on top of it all. The very first night of my clean bathroom I discovered the twins locked in the bathroom, "going potty". I nearly broke down the door to find, five paper cups filled with Mr. Bubble and being filled with water and hot pink on my new white carpets. Next day it was the twins and bathroom again and the a bar of soap being wet and wiped all over the bathroom. Then there is just the basic fights. Doing laundry like mad to make the baskets not be full again. The floor that was mopped covered in rain wet foot prints. The morning cereal that ends up in every room of my house. Rinsing the bathtub and wiping it out after baths. Wiping everything with lysol wipes constantly. The toothpaste that is stuck getting unstuck nightly. A wet bed. Am I really doing myself any favors here trying to keep it clean or am I just making myself more mad, you decide?

Cleaning cleaning...

Do you ever clean your bathrooms and not want anyone to use them? Or at least wish you could make them use only one of them? I see toothpaste and cringe. How about not wanting anyone to be on the wood floor at all even when its dry and done? It's like this for a day or so and then I just give up. How about you?

Tonight its clean, the messers are in bed. I guess for 12 hours the furniture (thanks Rachel for that one) and me will know it was nice. By the time I wake up their will likely toothpaste on the sink, cereal on the floors. You know how it goes right?