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Emma Said: Kid Song

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Yesterday Emma asked me, “Momma, can I wisten to a kid song on your pone?”

I told her that was fine. She likes to go to the iTunes store and somehow, she navigates herownself to the Kidz Bop songs and she will listen to 30 seconds of clips for as long as I’ll let her. This is how she taught herself the words to “California Gurls” (as seen HERE), so I have to keep an eye on her, but she loves being able to click and hear a new song.

Aubrey was watching TV in the den, I was working on my computer and Sadie was playing at my feet, so I told Emma to take the phone to my office if she wanted to listen to music.

Emma walked into the adjacent room and I heard, “JOSE CUERVO, YOU ARE A FRIEND OF MINE…I LIKE TO DRINK YOU WITH A LITTLE SALT AND LIME…”

“EMMA!” I yelled.

“Sowwy, Mommy!”

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Aubrey Said: Is the Tooth Fairy real?

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This morning while Aubrey and Emma were eating breakfast Aubrey asked, “Momma, is the tooth fairy real?”

I paused. “Honey, the tooth fairy is like Santa Claus. We just pretend because it’s fun, but it’s not real.” (Click here to read why I tell my children Santa is pretend.)

“But Momma, the kids at school think Santa is real.”

“That’s okay, Aubrey. Santa was real, but Mommy and Daddy just think at Christmas time it’s more important for us to think about Jesus.”

“Oh,” she said as she took a big bite of Cheerios.

“Momma,” Emma piped in, “is Jesus still a baby?”

Aubrey began laughing hysterically, “Oh Emma! He is bigger than you think!!”

Really? More laundry??

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My house is disgusting. There is stuff everywhere. Bandaid wrappers, little pieces of food, toys, clothes…stuff everywhere.

I am so frustrated. I’ve spent most of time this week cleaning. Cleaning! I have done laundry every day and cleaned up the laundry room just to wake up the next morning and find that all my hard work isn’t even noticeable.

I have cleaned my kitchen until it sparkles every day, to wake up the following day to sticky counter tops and gritty floors.

It’s starting to wear on my nerves. I’m on the fence between conceding defeat, quitting cleaning all together, and waiting about a year to call “Clean House” or “Hoarders” and locking every member of my family outside with one change of clothes. I wonder if seeing my house clean would be as satisfying if I was looking in with my nose pressed against the window?

What do you do to keep from losing your sanity while trying to clean while your kids destroy your house at the same time?