Nope, we weren't burglarized. We're just messy.

So today I didn't do anything productive. I really didn't. I fed my kids whenever they demanded it, and Marlee went to school. That's really about it. When Aaron goes out of town I kinda feel like a kid whose parents went away for the weekend. It's not like he has all these expectations for how the place is supposed to be kept or wants dinner on the table every night, he doesn't. And if he did we'd be long divorced by now. On Saturday I got on a cleaning kick. Gotta take advantage of those, they don't show up very often anymore. House was spotless, laundry done, mmmhmmm. Then, Sunday I didn't have to do anything (day of rest, people) cause the house was semi-clean. I think that hanging your church clothes up counts as work, am I right? Monday...the place is trashed. Not your 30 minutes, things are back in order trashed, I'm talking 'better start now so that by the time Aar gets back things might be back to normal' trashed. I think that if some real burglars showed up they would think that someone else got here and ransacked it first, so they'd probably leave. In fact, that was my plan all along...those 2 good for nothing weinie dogs aren't going to keep burglars away, so I gotta take some further action. This isn't a mess, this is home burglarization prevention.