It has been six days since I vacuumed. 12 since I mopped. You don’t even want to know how long it has been since I cleaned the toilets. (Ok, it has been two weeks. WEEKS. I know. Ewwwwww, right?) Oh and I honestly cannot remember the last time I washed the windows. Seriously. And you know what? We have all survived. No one is sick. We haven’t even been contacted by the Department of Health! Can you imagine?

I have learned recently that there are more important things than a clean house. Sure, I still do a load of laundry just about every day (and even fold it and put it away!), keep the dishwasher loaded/unloaded as is needed, make my bed (decorative pillows and all!) and banish anything resembling clutter, but I am not a slave to keeping my house clean like I use to. I am learning to let go. Having Ana has really taught me that it is more important to spend time with her whenever I can and if sparkling floors and cobweb-free corners are the cost, then that is a sacrifice I am willing to make. She is only going to be this little once and I will be damned if I am going to miss it just because of my damn neurosis.