"I don't know what you're complaining about; the house looks clean to me." - S. WonderI just deleted a very depressed-sounding post about how dirty my house is. You've all heard it before. Cleaning up after four boys is just not in the realm of the possible. Not unless they aren't here.
So Hubby and I are escaping. We are finishing the floor in our new master suite and soon we will be able to move over there, lock the doors, and leave the rest of the house to the children. They will not be allowed to set foot in my bedroom, and they will only be allowed into the suite to use the laundry machines.
Sounds like paradise. I love my kids, but I really need a sanctuary.