A Sprinkle of Old Water Slide and My Antibacterial Frenzy

I am freaking exhausted! Sorta. I was on a cleaning streak today. I woke up early today (James was long gone for work) and started coffee immediately. I screwed up and forgot to take my Claritin before bed last night and woke up with a monster of a migraine. I've learned that my allergies really only try to kill me in my sleep and if I forget to take it, I'm miserable the next morning. I downed a couple of my prescription strength Excedrin with my coffee this morning and I was good to go about a half hour later. I try not to have to take it though because it geeks me out. Bad!

Lena and Anne thankfully woke up on their own this morning without any prompting, we had stuff to do this morning so sleeping in was not an option. I'm always grateful when I don't have to chance getting my extremities bitten off by waking them up. I made the girls cinnamon toast for breakfast and when I asked Lena how her toast was, she responded with "Its good. Only one piece tasted like an old water slide." She said this as if it was the most natural response in the world and wasn't the slightest bit weird. I'm nor exactly sure how many water slides she's been licking but I think I'll be cautious next summer, just in case.

After the girls had finished their cinnamon sprinkled water slide, we packed into the car and headed off to my best friend's house for a bit. I would like to say that it was just to catch up, but it's because she just moved this week and needed a hand. She decided to move in with her long time on again off again boyfriend (mostly because she didn't have a lot of options... LONG story!) and with 3 boys there was a ton to be done. Not to mention the fact that she was moving into a bachelor pad. It may be a 3 bedroom house, but you can totally tell a single guy lived there. It was downright filthy and my girlfriend is a tad OCD. We were there for 3 hours before I had to head back and we didn't even make a dent in everything that needs to be done over there.

As I mentioned, my migraine meds geek me out, so when we got home I started on my own cleaning. Lena went off to the birthday party for her friend down the street and poor Anne got stuck with future step-mommy on overdrive. I did dishes, I vacuumed, I dusted, I scrubbed... There is not a corner in our house right now that is not clean. And sorry for Anne, but she got her's and Lena's room. Usually Lena is the one stuck cleaning up whatever tornado they've created over the weekend, so I didn't really feel all that bad about having her pitch in and assist me on my antibacterial frenzy. Thankfully, she's still young enough to think the vacuum is fun, so I didn't face any resistance when I asked her to pitch in.

I'm loving the clean house and the smell of my Scentsy burners wafting apple all around, but boy am I ready to crash! At least I won't have to do anything tomorrow when I finally come down.