Where's Martha when you need her?

Well today I decided if I were going to make my hovel home look like Martha Stewart stopped by in time to decorate for the 40 people coming for Thanksgiving, well I needed to get my butt moving. Alas, I am the most unmotivated cleaner you have ever met. I would much rather scrapbook, read, blog, eat bonbons.....than even look at my vaccuum cleaner.

Regan was forced into submission volunteered to scrub bathroom floors and toilets, and Rebecca was bribed negotiated a small salary to work on rooms other than her own. I had this great idea that I would organize my scrapbooking area which is located smack in the middle of my dining room, and figure out how to clean it up, and relocate quite a bit of it so that I can once again see the floor vaccuum and do some tidying up.

Well in the midst of my organization skills in full mode, I began to see potential pages for clients in my mind....so I got a little sidetracked. Ummmmmm now I really can't see the floor...and Regan pretty much gave up on her space, I think Rebecca left her sweeping piles still all over the living room tile before she left for a birthday party....

On the plus side I made some money scrapbooking today.


I think I should spend it on having someone come clean my house.