You should see my house Monday mornings after the weekend. I swear I live with a bunch of pigs. It's not like I don't clean all weekend, I do, I just can't keep up with it like during the week. During the week they are off to work and school, and I have time to catch up, but over the weekend forget it. It's an exhausting never ending battle. The clothes and dishes just keep piling up while the washers are running. I can't imagine what it would look like if I just took the day off. (To me it would be unbearable, but I know they'd just step over it and go on.) I would die of humiliation if any company showed up at my door. Monday morning after everyone is gone it literally looks like a tornado has blown threw the house and left it's destruction behind. There are clothes, toys, shoes, everything... Everywhere! I walk in the door after taking the kids to school, and wish I had a paper bag. That way I could just sit in the floor, rocking back and forth breathing. All because I know what's ahead of me for the day. Not only will I have the house to clean with a baby (that is having withdrawls from all the attention over the weekend), but I will have grocery shopping to do, all before the piglet's get out of school. Over the weekend they eat like there is no tomorrow so the cabinets and fridge are completely bare. I have to do a complete shop again Friday afternoon, just to get them through the weekend. If I don't then they wonder around the house all weekend searching for any crumbs. If you've been to the fridge once and there was nothing, then trust me...nothing has suddenly appeared. Yet still they'll stand with the door open staring. Then it's " We have nothing to eat, no chips, no snacks...we're gonna DIE!" So if your wondering where I've been all day. You'll know I had to clean after the pigs, and buy feed for them.