Today I spent an absurd amount of time wiping down all the walls and doors in my whole house. This fact both fascinates and repulses me. It is truly a phenomenon that I was unaware of before having children. All surfaces from three feet off the floor down is one of those dirty spots in the house that can easily be overlooked, much like baseboards and fan blade skuzz. But then one day you notice it, and it's like OH MY WORD THAT IS SO FREAKING GROSS! So I crawled on hands and knees around the house wiping all sorts of nastiness from walls, doors, kitchen cabinets. How does this even happen?
And because I have the most thoughtful daughters ever... to celebrate our clean walls, they took the stack of magazines to be recycled and made confetti... then threw it at me when I was done. Aren't they sweet?
I found these little felt heart Christmas ornaments on clearance for ten cents per pack of three. I had the genius idea that we could do something amazing with them for homemade Valentines, but now I'm a little stumped. Fresh out of spectacular ideas. Help?
I went to the UPS store to mail a package and Presley kept pretending to give the UPS guy a high five, but then pulled her hand back at the last second a 'la "too slow Joe". This happened about five times and the UPS guy fell for it every time. She thought she was the funniest gal around.
It's naptime now for the littlest, and the middle and I are watching some Tangled... a nice little Wednesday indeed.