The NERVE of my mother!!

I have decided to blame my mother for this one.  After all, it IS her fault.  She started it, she made me do it, she made me do it again when it wasn't right, and now I can't get away from it.  Every year it comes back.  Every year I run away, but it doesn't.  Every year I try to ignore it, but it won't be ignored.  Are you getting the picture here?

So here I am, at that point again.  I cry, I sweat, I come up with a million excuses, and in the end . . . . I always give in.

Darn this spring cleaning.  Mom, how could you?  How could you have taught me such a valuable skill?  How could you have made cleanliness such an important part of life?  Couldn't you have cared about me just a little less?  Couldn't you have let me sleep in just a little longer on those days?

So, here goes to my Mom.  I'm blaming ALL of this on you.  Thank you for loving me enough to teach me.  I love the smell of a clean house.