Marching band is just weeks away. I feel like it’s creeping up on us like something from the enchanted forest in Harry Potter… I make no bones that it’s my least favorite time of year… and here it comes. BUT, before it does, that doesn’t mean I can’t make my husband clean this house from TOP TO BOTTOM every inch of it.
So, on Tuesday it was the main bathroom, yesterday it was the kids room, with both of us diving into the never-ending chain of children’s too bit/too small/just right clothing, and today it’s the computer area and the bookshelf behind it.
Oh, the horror.
But, nothing makes me happier then to have a clean house. Well, maybe if marching band season got rained out… but clean house will have to do.
It’s just a perk of having a husband home all summer, although I doubt the word perk is the first one that comes to HIS mind.
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