I have the desire to clean up my life.

My house.  My car.  My bills.  My self.

I want to finish the laundry and get it all put away.  Lysol every toy and surface in this house.  Open the windows and let mother nature show Febreze how it is done.  I want to mop the floors, clean the toilets, scrub the showers and tubs, and wash the windows.

I want to steam clean the carpets, reorganize the cabinets, dust the cobwebs out of the corners.  I want to wash the area rugs and drag the ones that are too large for the washing machine outside and beat them with a broom.  Thus working out my abs that need attention too.

I need to reorganize my kids clothes, putting their shorts away for the winter…  should we ever get one here.  I need to transfer hand me down’s from girl to girl and make a list of what they need should it ever get really cold.  I need to wash their tennis shoes, organize their 8,000 pairs of socks and throw away undies that are starting to show wear.

I need to get the wallpaper off the walls, wipe down the wood panels for paint – one day – and give the hallway a much needed face lift with some bright paint.  I need to get down on my hands and knees and scrub my unsealed floor.  I need to wipe down the blinds and clean the window sills.

I want to clean out my car.  Vacuum it, wipe the milk stains off of the interior and steam clean the entire thing. I want to refill my “bucket” of diapers, wipes, extra clothes, first aid kits, and other needs for a Mom.

I have, want, and need to get so much done today.

But I know it will be in a frog’s eye if I even accomplish one.

Because I have kids.  And my time is theirs.  And they are demanding.  And not very understanding of a “to – do” list.

So I guess I will just have their hugs, want their kisses, and need their smiles.

And save my marked up, wrinkled list for another day.