Our house is always so messy, and I'm sick of it! This week I am deep cleaning one room every day, so by the end of the week we should have a clean house. I've done this before, with plans to keep up with just one room every day, but somehow it never works out. Like a week and a half into it, the house is always trashed again. I think I've had all the mess and clutter I can stand, so maybe this is the time I will stick with it. Today I started with cleaning out my car - not technically a room, but needed a good cleaning nevertheless. I actually cleaned out my trunk, and its contents filled up two entire trash bags. There were still books and papers from college in there, and an unopened box of Pop Tarts (blech!) that expired in 2002!

Last night Steve was working late and I desperately wanted to take a relaxing bath by myself. I'd gotten some fun bath salts from Wild Oats and I was looking forward to using them. Emma and I have been going to bed at the same time for the past few months, but I'm not feeling as exhausted now so I decided to try to get her to sleep first so I could enjoy my bath. We sat here at the computer for so long, and she wasn't even close to falling asleep. I was getting exasperated with her, and at one point, after I told her pretty firmly to lay still, she scrunched up her adorable little face and said sternly, "You knock it off, fuzzball!" I have no idea where she got that, but I giggled at it, and now I am officially Fuzzball Mommy and Steve is Fuzzball Papa. And, in case you're wondering, I got too hungry and too tired to wait for her to go to sleep so we both got up, had a snack, and then went to bed together. Steve is working again tonight, so perhaps Emma and I will just enjoy my bath salt together. Someday I really will be able to take a bath by myself. At least I hope.