Cleaning Day

In the past week I have been threatening to hire a cleaning lady. I work 6-7 days a week and the hubby typically does not help, in fact, usually makes it worse and I end up cleaning more. Case and point, I do not touch his side of the room. I do not know what is clean or dirty. Our entire house is clean except two areas, his side of the room and his sink.
Usually when company comes over I stuff it behind his dresser. When you glance into my bedroom, nobody ever notices his pile.

Yesterday my threats turned real as I took a phone number of a cleaning lady from a friend. He noticed the hand-off told me that we did not need one. I told him that he had one week to help out and prove me wrong.

Well guess what my wonderful husband did today:

Washed all of our sheets

Cleaned our carpets

Cleaned out the refridgerator

Scrubbed all of our cabinets (I loathe the color white in our kitchen)

Completed four loads of laundry

Removed his infamous pile of clothes.

I may start threatening a cleaning lady every weekend.

I do not know about you, but cleaning makes us bicker. I tend to do it one way and he does it another. Not to mention my mother comes out in me when I am cleaning. Regardless, we always make each other laugh. Sometimes not even on purpose.

I watched him as he pulled out some rope and began manuvering around our kitchen. I just laughed to myself as I typed away on the computer for work. The way he decided to dry our comforter:

The worse part of this picture: I agreed for some reason to help him. He asked me nicely and I said, "No way, I did not sign up for this" and of course he pulls a "Yes you did, when you married me". Ahh! One valuable marriage lesson I have learned over this past year of living together is sacrifice. There are things I do not want to do, but I do them and vice versa.

Spoiled Rotten

My wonderful mother decided to visit this weekend to help me clean so I can concentrate on just studying. She knows I am OCD when it comes to a clean house before any visitors or special occasions. (funny my husband is now a visitor in his own home). She brought along my brother to help with the manly stuff.


So while my brother cuts the front and backyard, my mother cleans, and my SIL runs errands, I am studying in the living room (cough updating my blog cough cough).


Life is good.

Well except for the fact I have the fear of failure now. I have been studying for 1.5 months now and the thought just crossed my mind for the first time this week.


In sad news, I needed to exchange my Indiana license plate for a good ol' Tennessee license plate. I love my Indiana license plate, its my (our) home state. Its where we met.


But I would have to pay $270 more, so apparently it doesn't mean that much. I did take some pictures to document this transfer.


My little (except he's much bigger and stronger than me) brother making the switch.



I love my Support Our Troops License Plate

Hello Tennessee!


Any of you military ladies have to switch your plates or driver's license?

Nesting

Super Jeni is now 8 months pregnant. These past few weeks I've headed over to her house to move the washer/dryer, lift/move the mattress, move boxes etc. She says she is going through a "nesting period".

So that is what they call it.

I know they say boys do not notice this stuff, but I am a clean freak. To the point where I am that person grabbing your plate before you finish eating just so I can rinse and stick it in the dishwasher. That being said, I cannot stop cleaning...like really cleaning.

In the past two weeks I have:

Swept and organized the garage and shed.
Took out everything in every cabinet and scrubbed in the inside
Took out everything in the refridgerator and scrubbed the inside
Cleaned behind the washer and dryer
Washed and dry cleaned all the curtains
Shampo the carpets

Will he notice? Oh absolutely not. Will I feel better? Absolutely.

I still need to clean out our bedroom. Daisy sleeps in there every night and even though I vacuum every single day, there is still a lot of dog hair.

I also need to show the girls how to share the bed. Dakota sleeps on his side, head on his pillow and everything, and Daisy sprawls out as wide as possible, legs in the air and everything, in the middle of the bed. We honestly have no room for daddy, but will need to make room pretty soon.

Hot in here.

Today reached 94 degrees. Not fun considering the AC did not work. I also found out today I need to replace my entire air conditioning unit. Ah, lightning struck somewhere it shouldn't have and messed up our circuit board.

So even though I break a sweat standing and walking in my house, there are many things I found I am grateful for over the past few days.

1) The FURiminator

Actual FURminator session with a Siberian Husky:

Seriously, where have you been all my life, or at least the past 10 months?! I decided to share this particular picture because that dog is seriously Daisy's twin. I am not saying I do not have hair in my house, but the amount of hair that finds the garbage can instead of my clothes, couches, and even vacuum cleaner makes me a lot happier.

2) Carpet Cleaners- Even through the revolving door of electricians and AC repair men today, I still managed to clean my carpets. I love the feeling of cleaning carpets.

3) P90X- Yesterday I decided to take my workout to the gym. I filled my notebook up with all the necessary exercises. I did a 40 minute workout and managed to belt out 120 push-ups in that workout. My favorite comment coming from the sterotypical "meathead", "Whoa, that seemed like an intense workout".

I feel my body getting so much stronger and I absolutely love it. While I may not be able to run like I use to ( I did get in a 1 mile run), I am loving the changes I see in my arms, stomach, and even back.

4) His sister- I love having her around. I, of course, got her on board with P90X so its nice to have a workout partner not to mention we take turns making dinner so its nice to always have a cooked, healthy meal.

Yeah Right...

About two weeks ago, my mom and I discussed my bruised tailbone:

Mom: I fell on my tailbone 4 years ago
Me: Oh yeah, I remember
Mom: And when its cold outside, sometimes it still hurts

In my head: Ok mom, we all know you're crazy, but we love you anyways

After 3 decent runs outside, I felt a little better about my upcoming race. Today the temperature dropped to 39 degrees after 4 days of 65+ temps. And my back started killing me today!

It doesn't help that after 10 days with 6th graders, I know have a terrible cold.

Did I mention I am running a half marathon on Saturday?



Remember when he surprised me with Daisy? He informed me that the breeder said she would only shed twice a year.

In my head: Yeah, whatever. What is she a snake? I am sure its no big deal

Sure enough, after 8 months of seeing strands of white hair here and there, I am now seeing CHUNKS of white hair EVERYWHERE!

I cannot stand it. I vaccum twice a day now sometimes and fill my wonderful Dyson to the top.

I kept telling her today (yes I talk to my dogs, my better half is deployed) that she's lucky I love her so much.



I guess seeing really is believing.

Cleaning Adventures

My parents arrive tonight and my mom is way too excited, which makes me excited.

I clean everyday. It is inevitable with two dogs, but when parents/company come over, I do a lot more cleaning than normal.

A few things I noticed:

- I absolutely hate cleaning the bathroom, actually I loathe cleaning the bathrooms. I love cleaning, its a sense of accomplishment, but I usually make him clean the bathrooms. If I ever make enough money, I am hiring someone just to come over and clean the them.

-I need the Dog Whisperer to come to my house and explain to Dakota, my very protective dog, that the vacuum is not a monster, it is not attacking me, therefore STOP TRYING TO BITE MY DYSON!

-I still have my Christmas tree up and really have no problem with it.

-Received a "STOP MESSING WITH MY DESK AND TRUNK!!" message from him this morning after I informed him in a email that I cleaned out the bonus room. Whoops! Actually those were not his exact words, I try and keep this blog PG-13.

Nothing we can do about it now. I told him this is the woman he chose to be with and he laughed.

Must be love

You know how I know I am growing up...

How much I love my Dyson Vaccum. Dyson Animal Vaccum to be exact :)

I use to HATE dog hair, actually I loathed dog hair. My shirt and pants would always be covered with dog hair from his family dogs and I would just get so frustrated. Now I have 2 dogs, but I have the best vaccum in the world.

Yes, you can go ahead and picture my face lighting up as I clean our carpets full of dog hair and dirt from his boots. I honestly use this thing everyday. Today while I was "sweeping" the kitchen floor, I thought to myself, this thing is amazing.

He bought it for me for my birthday. I told him today it was probably the best gift ever.

I use to be so confused as the adults in my family during Christmas would get excited about house stuff. Now I feel their love.