Vacuuming. It’s a simple enough word, a simple enough task. Yet, I can’t recall the last time I took my vacuum out of the closet. I know my husband has vacuumed, hell, even my oldest child has vacuumed once or twice since baby Willow was born, but me, well, I don’t think I’ve vacuumed my house since before May 2, 2016. And, I miss vacuuming. Who even says that? But it’s true, I miss vacuuming.

Willow, is in the middle of a particularly stormy leap, and has officially cut TWO teeth in a week.  So as of late, I spend my days with Willow attached to me, she even naps on me….. So, as someone could probably imagine, I don’t get much done day to day, other than Willow. I know that she needs me, and I’m not complaining, I just also need a clean house. I miss having a clean house. We own a roomba, but sadly it can’t keep up. Also, it doesn’t dust the furniture, so I would say that the robot has some serious design flaws {especially considering the hefty price tag}.

The bottom line is this, I am failing at this housewife gig. I’ve decided that a housekeeper is necessary, because I can’t live like this anymore. Here’s to hoping my husband doesn’t fire me. 😳