Sunday funday.

It was time to clean.


I was grumpy. My husband was grumpy. You could see it in our eyes. It was time to clean. 


Upside? We live in a small apartment. Downside? The dust-bunnies breed like rabbits. 

I came to-all-too-clear eye-opening revelation this evening while dusting Comet about the tub... I'm in need a new accessory.  Sadly not from Kate Spade.  


No, I need some rubber gloves. In all their glory (I hope my mother is reading this). Somehow this knowledge makes me feel more like an adult than any other milestone thus far.  Proof that life happens in the everyday, in such quiet and scrubby moments of Sunday housecleaning.