Yay, rain. Well, sort of Yay. We needed it for the plants but I didn’t need it to make mud directly outside the back porch door.

You see, last night I scrubbed my kitchen floor.

I have two dogs and a husband who forgets to wipe his feet. Yet he always manages to step in all the mud.  Yes, it’s like living with three three-year-old kids. What isn’t trashed, dirty, or sticky is what was just newly cleaned by me.

It never ends, it never gets easier, and I don’t have a maid to do it.

Sleep comes when it can.