A clean room again

I feel like every time I turn around I'm cleaning and cleaning. Well I cleaned the attic again today and hopefully it can stay clean. Its not yet perfect but its good and when we leave I hope it will remain like this. I am awfully tired of spending hours on one small room.

I can't wait until we have our own place. It will be so nice because it will just be us. My ideal place will not have stairs to climb, will allow pets, will be small and low maintenance. It would be a bonus if the place had 1 1/2 baths because of how long it takes Micke to use the bathroom.

Today I played with Abel on the floor upstairs. We usually play downstairs because of the clutter up here but we got to play up here. I was playing with him and Angel simultaneously when Angel came over with a few sets of blocks and built toy guns from them. He claimed they were sensory guns. We pretended to "kill" people that didn't exist and slowly I started to fall asleep while playing.

I didn't sleep long, though, Angel wouldn't allow it.  He started waking me up saying "You're not dead! You can't be dead that long, Mom!"

I need to go freshen up A.J's bottle. I hear him suckin air.

The Attic in the Picture is not my own actual room.