I am almost embarrassed to post these pictures but, if anyone knows me they know I like to keep my house clean. I was always the one in the family that cleaned and organized our house when I was little. Naturally I carried on that OCD trait into my marriage and we have always enjoyed a clean house. However, my daughter doesn't believe in it. She thinks I need to get over my OCD problem. I appreciate her concern but her tactics are a little much for me. This morning I woke up to a spotless house. I had cleaned the night before when Gracie went to bed to surprise Beau for Valentines Day. This afternoon after Gracie's morning nap I was in the kitchen getting ready to do the dishes when I heard a crash and then Gracie's little feet running across the floor. Uh-oh. I came into the living room and the following pictures are what I found. Mind you, she accomplished all this within a 5-10 minute period. I feel like I am in OCD boot camp. Baptism by fire maybe?
|the little tornado|