Diaper Mountain is here.

It's been a trying weekend. Because of the ice storm our trash pickup was delayed. Our driveway was a sheet of ice, which made it almost impossible to get the trash can down to the curb anyway. The husband volunteered to take it down, then missed the pickup, stuck on the ice as the garbage truck drove past, the guys looking right at him but uninterested in stopping, I guess.

Add in the dryer (got the part right away, but the manual was delayed) and you have a house full of garbage and dirty clothes (since I really don't feel like spending the money to go to a laundromat under the circumstances.)

This much mess makes my mind feel snarled. It's ironic, because I grew up in conditions much worse than what my house is like right now. Since starting Flylady, though, I find that I'm tolerating clutter less and less. I like the way the house feels and looks when everything is reasonably clean. I'll never be a cover model for Clean House Weekly but I do like being able to navigate in the middle of the night without stepping on anything.

My next cleaning goal: working with the toddler to pick up the toys twice a day, before naptime and before bedtime.

I want her and the baby to grow up with a better idea of how to clean their homes than I did.