Ahhh, the relaxing days of summer.
So, I often allude to the fact that my house is not clean. When people ask me how I found time to write a book, I tell them I wrote instead of cleaning. I'm not really kidding. Now, here's the thing. I clean all the time. I mean everyday, I do something. However, in a family of four (plus two cats), the something that I do is not nearly enough. I am constantly vacuuming the kitchen, dining room and downstairs hallway/bathroom (where the litter box is). I am always wiping the counters (well, the small portions of the counters that are not covered in stuff). I am doing dishes and wiping up spills. I'll let you in on a little secret, but promise not to tell anyone. Ready... I hate cleaning. If I never had to dust or vacuum again, I'd be happy. But this all came back to haunt me, as these things often do. My daughter's birthday is coming up. And she wants a party. I love having the kids' birthday pa...