Some Scares

In honor of the ridic-donk-ulous layer of dust I cleaned off our master bathroom counters last night, I give you Scary Child #1:

And in honor of the centuries overdue washing the spit-up-encrusted car seat pads got this evening, I give you Scary Child #2:

And lastly, in honor of the hours upon hours of cleaning I completed over the last two days--literally scrubbing any and every poor, neglected thing that stood in my way, I give you this Halleluiah pose:

No joke, peeps. I want to cry. Partly because my back is broken; partly because so much is done. Woohoo!

Spring Cleaning, I love/hate you.

But I'll take the minor miracle that is my relatively-all-at-once-clean house going into the major miracle that is Easter weekend.

And I'll try not to cry (too much) when my whirlwind trio wakes and tears it all to shreds ;)

Peace out.