Happy Birthday!

I have no idea why I used that title. If you're reading this and it's your birthday well then it was meant for you! You're welcome.

My mom is cleaning my house for me tonight. That woman has some serious OCD. I can't spend so much time on one project. I have to bust it up with breaks on Facebook or Redbubble or picking my nose while peeing and realizing that my bathroom needs cleaned and that I have no clean towels which then reminds me that I need to do more laundry and then I notice that the kids have, yet again, taken apart the entire toilet paper holder thingy (i totally need that one!) and I can't find the toilet paper. So I get up (hoping not to drip pee everywhere) to grab another roll and when I go back to the pot it's THEN I notice that the toilet paper I couldn't find is IN the effing toiliet... and I just peed on it.... and I now get to pick it up OUT of the toilet and throw it in the trash. So I do all of this, wash my hands and by now I've air dried.

Seriously though my mom is totally getting my house clean. She rocks!