It’s no secret that I’m more than a little neurotic about the cleanliness of our apartment.
Pretty much every single one of my friends has told me more than once that they come to visit me, not the space I live in. My stress persists.
Being back to work makes things a little more interesting; there are now roughly 5 hours less in which to accomplish all that needs to be done.
Do I clean the bathrooms, or do I dance to Justin Timberlake with the kids in the living room?
I wish I had the time. Maybe I’ll get better at this balancing act eventually. In the meantime, LETS DANCE!