There's a saying that goes, "Cleaning your house when your kids are little is like shoveling snow while it's still snowing."
I guess it helps to stay ahead of the really deep stuff, but in general it just feels like an exercise in futility.
On Monday, I did a really thorough cleaning. Instead of breaking down my cleaning list and doing a little each day throughout the week, I just went for it. Dusted, ran the vacuum, mopped the tile, polished the hard wood, cleaned the bathrooms, wiped down the kitchen really well. Then I sat on the back porch with a big glass of ice water and felt pretty darned satisfied with myself.
Yesterday, while at work, I got a text that Em and Marcus and the kids were coming for dinner. Dan and Em decided they were going to make tacos. I was so happy to have them all over, and it wasn't until halfway through the evening when the baby knocked a bowl of taco meat on the floor and the dog was licking it all up, thinking she'd died and gone to heaven. And the toddler was shrieking with delight as her dad chased her down the hallway to retrieve a slice of orange from her hand, which she promptly dropped on the floor and stepped on. . .
It was then that I realized -- it's still snowing. So much for a clean house. But, there's something about the beauty in fresh falling snow. I really never tire of it.