a before and after

Yesterday I spent a big chunk of the day cleaning house. Normally that wouldn't be so thrilling, but life has had it's ups and downs lately. And having a day sort of all to myself and doing things like mopping and cleaning the blades on the ceiling fans that I have saved you from viewing since I didn't take any pics of them...think stalactites was truly wonderful. Oh the glamour. Are you jealous of my exciting life yet?

In raising a daughter, one of the little things I've found myself explaining, is the proper use of the trash can. Kind of like you don't leave your trash on your desk or your night stand or on the floor or where ever. You have a trash can. I think she's beginning to catch on. See?

But there is one little problem with this pic of the trash can. This isn't a before shot. It's a shot of it after I've shaken it to death and nothing else will fall out. Um yeah. What is all of that, you ask? Well, it's just a various assortment of paper and Cheetos and various other bits of nothing stuck together with our little friend, chewing gum! Ick.

So I set out to clean out the trash can. And it wasn't fun either! When I got all the little bits and pieces out, I even soaked it in the sink for a while and gave it a good scrubbing. It was a long time coming. But not something I'm interested in repeating any time soon.

So this is what Miss Boo found in her room when she got home from school.

It's always ok when you end it with Love you, Mom and a little heart. Isn't it?