If I only had a maid I wouldn't need a Roomba

My children watch infomercials. They are watching one right this very instant. Invariably, they will come in and tell me that we NEED whatever product that is being hocked by people who had Hollywood aspirations but had to settle for acting in informercials.

This is not a new occurence. Caden routinely informs me that we NEED crap off TV. Lately it's been ADT, because it protects our house. We also NEED some kind of trimmer or lawnmower or something, the Works GT (?) because it works really cool. He will see some commercial and come running into the office and will actually write down the phone number so that I can call and get whatever it is that we NEED. This kid is 6.

He's always looking out for ways to make my life easier too, the little darling. He wants to get me a Roomba, so that I won't have to vaccuum so much. What doesn't seem to connect in his mind is the fact that HE is the reason I have to vaccuum so much, and if he'd just eat over the plate like we ask him too there wouldn't be so many dang crumbs on the floor to begin with.

Can I just say I'm understanding why my mom vaccuumed 19 times everyday. I am also seeing the futility of doing so. I can clean the whole house and revel in the cleanliness of my domain for about 20 minutes until the children come in from outside, or home from school, or wake up from their naps, and then it's like all these miniature bombs go off: kapow! Kapow! KaPow! KAPOW! No more clean house.

I think Ryan is taking the boys camping this weekend. Once I bid them a fond farewell, I'm coming in and cleaning EVERYTHING. And then I'm going to revel all weekend long. I may not even use the kitchen in an effort to keep crumbs down. I may even avoid the bathroom as long as possible and risk some horrible debilitating disease in an effort to keep the toilet clean. We'll see. And then, when I've had my fill of reveling in my sparkling house, I will welcome my boys home with open arms and cans of Lysol. I'm such a good mom.