The Magical Self-Cleaning House

What? You don't have one of those? Well, neither do I but I think my hubs might think we do. As I was busy running around cleaning the house and doing laundry, in anticipation of the ski trip my darling dear was getting ready to go on, the hubby was blissfully sitting in the kitchen catching up on his newspaper (ie. comics). As I move from one thing to the next so were my two little shadows. How many times must I yell, don't do that, leave your sister alone, stay out of mommy's stuff, before I get some backup?


Apparently my sweet husband never got the memo that we are not the Jetsons and things don't magically clean themselves. Or maybe I just need to build a Rosie in my spare time....ha ha, spare time. :)