The scariest part of being home is realizing how a "presentable" home can change so drastically without a woman's touch. Mind you, I am not a clean freak. Far from it. I want my home to be comfortable, livable, lovable... With my oldest son frequenting our house more, there are six males here. The house will inevitably reflect that. However, I could describe my house as a bachelor pad. They were perfectly happy with it, too.
Games systems, guitar hero, cds, and dvds were left on any open space. Pans were not left in the sink, per my strict orders. However, they could be found left on the stove. They did put the food away, but then again, six males and left over food? Not to worry there.
The dining room table had the mail, which had been neatly organized into a "junk" pile and a "good" pile. Laundry was done, but that folding part eluded all.
Dusting had not been done. Crumbs in the carpet told telltale signs of eating in the living room. Hence, I am actually splurging to have my carpets downstairs professionally cleaned.
So, for now I will catch up on the home schooling front, and organize the chaos a bit at a time.
Welcome home, Mom!
