Dear House...

Dear house,

I surrender. I give up. I have been trying to clean you all morning. No sooner do I clean one spot, is another one dirty and what was just done, is now undone by my children. (whom God blessed me with and I love very much, but right now I'm not pleased with their actions). I wave my white flag. No longer am I going to organize my three year old son's closets. Nor, am I going to fold is jeans nicely in his drawer...only to find them in a big pile in his closet 1 hour later.

No longer am I going to clean the bathrooms, only to find, my 1 year old making toilet soup with her bare hands and splashing pee water all over my bathrooms. No longer am I going to organize drawers...only to open them up and find the children's yogurt drinks from yesterday spilled in them. Kitchen, for you especially, I give up. No long shall I scrub your white floors till sparkling only to serve dinner to my children and have them feed my floor more then themselves...

No longer stairs will I vacuum you, only to find my dog has thrown up on them again.

No longer will I organize my closet to find the children ripping my shirts off the hangers one by one. No longer will I bath my children only to find my son painting my daughters face with my water proof mascara. I surrender to the crazy. I surrender to the insanity. I surrender to the disorder. I surrender and I give up. Now, I am going running. I am running until I can no longer think about my messy children, my unorganized closets and my disgusting kitchen. The end.