Ok so...it's a real disease...

With both of my children gone for the week, you would assume that I would take advantage of sleeping in, a long lingering bike ride with Tank (who doesn't work on Monday's) or a little morning romp...

However...at 5:45 this morning...The Count of Clean had come to order!

I am talking stripped down, bare mattresses, scrubbed floors...their office had no idea what hit it...Their Bathrooms...in shock.

Now, please note, I LOVE to clean house, however...

I promise you, I am not one of those "let them live in filth and they will eventually get tired of it and clean up" kinds of parents. No way. Everyday is chore day. Saturday is my Church of Clean. Amen. Now, go pick up your crap.

But the idea that I could, unmolested, go forth and organize...dust and straighten...

Are those the Arch-angels of happiness I hear????