Dancing in the Rain

Tom and Lisa are on their way here. They are in the air right now. They should arrive in two hours looking like drowned raccoons. I will love them, anyway. I cleaned my house yesterday for them with the help of the crazies (including Dave). It's messy again, but at least I know it is clean underneath. I also hired my friend to clean my blinds and baseboards. So my house is like, really clean for the moment...underneath.

Which makes me think that maybe I should hire a full cleaning crew to come in once a quarter and just really deep clean my house with toothbrushes. I wonder how much that would cost. I'm sure it would be worth it to me since cleaning really is my love currency (how sad).

Clara is potty training herself. I know that sounds weird, but it is actually true. Yesterday she has maybe once accident, but took care of it herself. I didn't even know about it until Dave told me. She had had a little accident in her underwear and just put her underwear in the laundry and put on a new pair. I put diapers on for naps and bedtime, but otherwise, she seems to have figured it out. I'm good with that. It's sort of weird because I expected it to be a long drawn out process. It still might take some accidents, but as long as she isn't peeing in the corner, who am I to complain?

I'm getting antsy to plant stuff. Like really antsy. And I technically have almost a month before I can get stuff into the ground, which is really annoying. It's Spring, but not. And driving me nuts.