And I keep thinking that this would make a perfect 'How Clean is Your House?' episode. Seriously. I need protective clothing. I've got two lawn and leaf trash bags full of garbage so far, about six loads of laundry piled up in front of my washer and I keep running back downstairs to wash my hands *and* drink a glass of wine. And it's only ten a.m.
Don't judge me.
BOYS ARE GROSS
And his poor cat is watching my work from under Jeff's desk. Her litterbox looks like it hasn't been cleaned since we moved in (although I know I've done it at least three or four times just out of pure pity for her).
I can't tell yet if there is more trash or more random computer parts all over the room. I'll let you know.