Like a Crazy Lady

Okay, so it's what, 12:02 am? I should be sleeping right? Right???

Wrong.

I should be cleaning the house up! Let's see... baby's asleep? check! Husband's asleep? check! House is quiet? check! Sudden burst of energy? check! Going to pay dearly for the loss of sleep tomorrow? check! check! CHECK!!!!

Okay, so where was I? Oh! The mad cleaning going on just before I sat down to write this. Okay, so I'll admit, my housekeeping skills have kind of taken back burner to, oh, say, taking care of a child, running errands, cooking dinner, enjoying a movie with a friend, and of course, blogging. So, it's come to my attention (or rather, the attention of the little vermin that clean up after me.... KIDDING!) that the house was in a sort of disrepair.

I could blame it on the company that we had last weekend, but it was kinda like that when they came (I know, I know, my mom is having a coronary right now knowing that I didn't clean for guests. Hi Mom!!! Just kidding!!). The dishes were piling up, so I.... oh? I didn't do those? Forrest did? hmmm... so I didn't do the kitchen, but the living room! Ahhh... with the piles of books stacked high, threatening to tumble off the coffee table and bury my soon-to-be-crawling son alive. The empty glasses, resting anywhere that had an open spot (even behind the sofa, BEHIND THE SOFA!)... The inch-thick layer of dust coating everything in sight, and let's not forget, those precious plastic toys that are strewn about as if a plastic tornado swept through our home, leaving perilous little bits of blocks, teething rings, giggly butterfly toys, and plenty of other deadly objects for maiming the feet of those who venture out for middle of the night jaunts into the kitchen for hidden donuts (Hi Honey!! I swear, there were no donuts, I made this up!) or something healthy, like fruit! or water! or cookies!! (Cookies count, right?) The laundry was souring in the washer, beckoning me to walk around my apartment, sniffing everything, trying to determine the source of the stench, only to open the laundry closet, and with one fell swoop, find myself on my back, seeing stars as I try to purge the offending odor from my nostrils.

So... needless to say, I've kinda been busy. Straightening up, picking up toys, dusting, and doing laundry (which, hooray! one load done, one more to go!). And I must say, as I look around, I'm pretty proud of what I've accomplished. Sure, I've sacrificed precious sleep, but I value sanity above that any day, and from the looks of how things were, I was going nuts pretty fast. Also, it was kind of nice to have that time alone... even though I was cleaning. Shepherd was asleep, so I didn't have to worry about entertaining him. Forrest was asleep, so I wasn't tempted to sit there and spend time with him (because, let's face it, I'd rather stare at my gorgeous husband, and spend time with him, than clean, ANY day... hands down). So, I was able to focus at the task at hand, and get a lot done. And I feel pretty good about that.

Of course, I probably could have gone straight to bed, instead of blogging about this, but I find that I tend to be funnier late at night, and I tend to write things better when the ideas are fresh in my mind. So, how about you? What's the crazy thing you've done lately that defies all common sense???