I have a love/hate relationship with cleaning. Even though I obviously don't view it as a favorite past-time, I LOVE a clean, clutter-free house. Have you seen hoarders? I am the total, complete opposite. To a fault. I recently tried to
throw away store my husband's box of childhood memories.
Total wife fail, I know.
I have certainly had to adjust my Type-A, obsessive need for clean since finding out we were pregnant. No matter how much organizing I did while in nesting mode, there was no helping the extravagant amount of baby gear that was going to overtake our home. And now that we have a mobile, curious nine-month old ... keeping our house clean is pretty much a joke. Some days, it seriously looks like a daycare. It honestly gets me a nervous wreck, but I am slowly learning to just go with it. Looking at the little face that is behind all of this obviously helps.
Each year, I take the "spring-cleaning" statement literally. This year's focus has been a little different than years past. A few months ago, my husband & I decided it was time to buy our first home. He had been pushing the issue since I first got pregnant, but my mind wasn't in it. Now looking back, he was totally right (even though I hate to admit that.) As soon as Waverly Maye was born, finding a home for her to grow up in immediately became a top priority.
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|Hats are organized in her closet with a chain and clothespins. :)|