19
Feb
That’s it, where’s the Hefty bag?!!
I have officially reached my boiling point. Every time I finish cleaning one room, it’s time to begin another one. And after that one is finished, I return to find the initial room in ruins. One would think with so many rooms to clean, I might be speaking of the mansion I live in. WRONG. I just live with boys. Boys whose piss can absolutely never make it into the actual toilet bowl. Boys who need to have all their toys out at one time or it’s just not fun. And boys who must take out a brand new washed glass every time they want some water and yes, The Mister is definitely included in the term, “BOYS”!!! It’s moments like this when I give up on picking up and putting things away and just resort to the good old have-no-mercy-take-no-prisoners trash bag.
