to weed, or not to weed, that is the question.

so friends, i am going to let you in on a little secret about me.

i love cleaning.

not just kinda-sorta love, but like - really, really love.  

love it so much i would do it every day for a few hours, and never utter a word of complaint.

{and organizing too.... but that's another story}

like i love it so much i should marry it.  {did anyone use that joke in 4th grade?  i sure did.}

so today, i cleaned.

not just your average, do-the-dishes-and-make-the-bed-type cleaning,

but real, deep-down cleaning.  

let's just say, the shower is glistening and there is not a crumb on the floor of the whole house.

and after spending three hours scrubbing, cleaning, vacuuming, organizing, and washing....

i thought to myself - maybe i will go outside and weed.

uh oh.

weed?  seriously?  in the heat of the day?  in the dirt and everything?  oh gosh.  i don't think i'm cut out for this....

after much deliberating....

i took a shower,

and decided to weed another day.

life's just too short.