After our long plane ride home, we got home late Sunday night. We walk in the house, verify Santa came while we were gone and send the boy up to get ready for bed. I hear him exclaim "Hey, who cleaned the house?". Of course the answer is no one,I cleaned it before I left. I hate coming home from a trip to a messy home.
Finally, my efforts have been recognized by family. It has nothing to do with the fact that my stepmother-in-law's house was full of clutter and mine is not. No, I choose to believe that my son just decided to recognize all the hard work I do around the house. Na,na,na,na - I can't hear you if you are saying anything different!