How many times can one human being vacuum their whole house in one week?

I’m not sure if I should blame my cleaning frenzy of late on the inevitable nesting instinct of pregnant women or on the fact that I truly am becoming just like my mother. She washes the kitchen floor several times a day – why shouldn’t I? After all these years, I understand why she wanted the back of the toilet cleaned. IT JUST FREAKING MATTERS, okay?

And the needles from the Christmas tree all over the house. My god. They are haunting me and I will be glad when this coniferous monster lay happily on the curb.

I can’t really complain about the intense desire in my soul to clean. I’ve never had a particularly organized or clean house, and I now admit it is a rather nice way to live. I can tell you where every single sock is that we own (in a drawer and not on the floor or under the bed). I can tell you that there is not a spec of dust on the floorboards in the bathroom. I can also tell you with confidence that all the clothes in Poppy’s new dresser are finally organized after a total of SEVEN re-do’s. 

In more important news, I am going to get some quality time with my mom and aunt this weekend as we get ready for the baby shower on Sunday. I think pink cupcakes are on the menu – YUM. My aunt Robin is the not creepy version of Martha Stewart. She loves themed parties with themed food, themed invitations and themed favors. Here’s a little taste of the magic…

Okay, I’m out. That world dance competition show is on the tele.