This post is brought to you by: stacks of unfolded laundry, crusty dishes in the sink, make-up stains on the bathroom counter, Clorox Disinfectant, dust mites, and the loss of my sanity.

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I am a mother of a 14 month old, and I go to school at night, and I’m expected to keep a clean house?? What is that about? In between play dates, park and pool excursions, watching Bravo, and going on walks, I have lost sight of how messy my house has gotten. I am naturally a slob, and I work really hard not to let my husband know the full scope of my sloth-like nature. So actually when I throw my clothing on top of the dresser, instead of leaving it on the floor, I think that I am being neat. And when I soak the pan in water overnight, in my mind, it’s as good as clean.

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I really want to pay someone to pick up my collection of bags (yes, there are three of my bags all on the kitchen table), scrub my toilets, and dust my baseboards, but Pat thinks that is a load of crap. So today, I’ll be cleaning. And I’ll be extra-surly–because it is hard to bleach your sink while trying to dissuade your daughter not stick the Windex nozzle up her nose.

Because Cleaning is Such a Pain in the Ass

I was flipping through the Bed Bath and Beyond mailer this morning when I noticed these gems

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They’re slippers you wear around the house that mop the floor as you walk around. Ha!

These slippers reminded of something I saw a while ago:

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I think I’m going to get one for Berlyn. It’s high time she pulled her weight around this house. No more free-loading for her. I’m putting that baby to work!