Pardon our Dust

There are times when I really don't give a cat's ear if our house is messy.  Contrary to what you may think, I actually embrace these moments because, well, they confirm that I am not a crazy lunatic clean freak.  I may sometimes ACT like a crazy lunatic clean freak, but overall I don't think I deserve such a label.  The state of one's home often reflects the state of one's mind, and on days when I am trying to get too much done while at the same time making sure the baby is not ingesting any chemicals, then suddenly the junk mail and three day old newspapers littered over our kitchen counter simply put me over the edge.

And when this happens, it isn't pretty.

But lookie here, at the state of our house this very minute:


Here is the beautiful thing- I. Don't. Care!  Maybe it is because of the 3 day weekend, and knowing that Jim will be home with us tomorrow.  Or maybe it is because no one is due in for a visit in the near future.  Whatever the explanation, I have really enjoying being a big slob this weekend.


The dining room table has even been taken over by computers today, which looks absolutely atrocious.  What we wouldn't give for a little cozy office, I tell you.  We plan to do some furniture rearranging tomorrow, so our desktop computer will hopefully have a new home. 

Speaking of a new home, one of our projects at the moment is working on this blog, so I won't be posting on Wishful Slacker for a few days.  We hope to have it up and running again next weekend.  We have other important things to do around here, like flipping our mattress and making Snickerdoodle cookies and once again keeping the baby away from chemicals (God, it's everyday with that one!  What gives?!).  And maybe, just maybe, if the mood hits, I might tidy up.

(But hopefully I won't.)   

By the way, everyone keeps their Gerber baby cookies near the Smirnoff, right?