food

My house smells like food. I'm not the kind of person who likes for the house to smell like food. Well, brownies or cookies are ok. My incredible mother in law has been staying here for the past week taking care of me, the house, the meals, the kids. She likes to cook. I mean she's one of those people who actually cooks for 3 meals a day. It's so sweet what she's doing, but I'm ready to get back to regular house smell without something always on the stove. Is that weird? I think a lot of people like that stuff. I think my husband is enjoying being fed. I just want clean and clean smelling. There's stuff down there now that needs to be put away, but I'm not allowed to do much. We cleaned the house yesterday, really really well. And now it's back to yuck. The worst is that I can't clean it. I sit up here, unable to do anything. I'm trapped in a food smelling house.

She leaves tomorrow. I don't think words exist to express my gratitude for her and all she's done. It will be nice to try and get back to our own routine though. I'll clean what I can and turn my head to the rest. December 1st, the house will be professionally cleaned. Whoo hoo! I'm hoping after that I'm well enough to keep it up.

That was a rather weird post. Just what's on my mind. Maybe I'll head downstairs to clean, just a little, and light a candle.