I give up.

I'm all done with trying to clean the house during the day. Hubby says, you'll have to do it with two kids because they won't be on the same schedule. Well, true, but I guess the house will just have to wait until they are asleep, because I'm sick of cleaning one room just to find the next room messed up.

LB is pretty darn cute. He knows that "Give it to Mommy" means "You'd better hand that over to me". And he listens. He hands everything to me... which is kind of frustrating. All day long, he's handing me toys and books, no matter where I am, so his stuff ends up all over the place.

And it's not just kid stuff. There's Hubby's dirty dishes and the sand he somehow tracked into the house, despite not having been to the beach. There are the tiles, which never really look clean because the geniuses in the housing department decided on textured tile. And there's Puppy, who decided to puke not once, not twice, but three times in the kitchen today.

After Hubby came home from deployment, he suggested we cancel our housekeeper. After all, now he's home to clean up what I can't. I just kind of wish that he'd realize that I can do less and less. It's hard enough bending over to pick up toys (ow, my sciatic nerve)- let's not even approach mopping the floor or trying to load a dishwasher with the world's most curious toddler.

*Seriously, LB, what's with the fascination with the dishwasher???

Anyway, I've resigned to clean only at night. Which doesn't help, because by the time the kid's in bed, I'm too pooped to actually do anything productive. Just ask Hubby- most nights, I'm sitting on the couch because I can barely walk at this point. Maybe I'll put the TV on and let LB zone out just to get a few things done around here. Sh, don't tell anyone. :)