Confession Time

I have a confession.  I hate cleaning.  My house shows it.  There are so many other ways I can find that are very valuable ways to spend my time.  My school.  Home school.  Reading, games, puzzles, activities, crafts with the kids.  Backyard fires. Long bike rides.  Walks.  Movie night. 

When we do clean, it is with the kids too.  They do dishes, laundry, sweep, scrub, vacuum, and dust.  We work together to get it done as quickly as possible.  And it looks like the kids helped.  They are still learning.

There is always clean laundry stacked on the couch.  And crafting remnants on the floor.  And Legos everywhere.  Game pieces on the living room floor, school work on the dining room table, and glitter all over.  We have toys on the floor, books on the love seat, and movies stacked up by the DVD player.  There is at least one fake bug somewhere in every room of our house.

You see, we live here.  All the time.  And we do school here.  There are some hyper kids, some slow to complete task kids, and some kids who are much bigger and are just trying to enjoy the little ones while they are still little.  And waiting for some little woodland critters to help has not yet paid off.  So we dust in between subjects, scoop up toys so we can vacuum, and shift school work to eat together.  Regardless of how clean, not or so clean it is, I always step on or hit the bugs, just in case...