Packing = Cleaning

Why is it when you're the busiest you seem to have the need to clean your house. Not just pick up but deep clean like you've never cleaned before( and when I say you I mean I but it sounds more like I'm not the only one). While I am thinking of packing for our vacation and the million things I need before we go I open the fridge and decide it needs a clean. I don;t even know how food ends up in some of the places it does. As I move to the bottom of the fridge I realize my floors need to be mopped, then my steal appliances need to be polished and it is a never ending cycle. I do love coming home to a clean home after vacations so I only have to worry on unpacking. I just know once the unpacking starts then the cleaning well start all over. Really I don't even have time to clean because lets face it Finn is not the best napper all the time. It's like he knows I am busy doing other things so he wants to wake up and play and make more messes so instead of relaxing while he sleeps i get to clean more. If he weren't so cute some days I think I may go crazy. Anyways packing leads to cleaning unpacking leads to more cleaning something leads to another something and there is no time for anything, but i love every busy moment...just joking I don't but seriously.

What to do

These 2 are my life and they are gone. Joe decided to take Finn to scouts with him tonight to keep him entertained. Usually I would be ok with that. In fact yesterday all I wanted was Joe to come home to take Finn away. Yesterday was one of those days that I felt like a horrible mother and didn't want Finn around because all he did was cry and not nap. Of course when Joe gets home he is perfect because he really is obsessed with his dad. Finn can't focus on anything when Joe is around. If I am trying to feed him Finn's looking at Joe, if I'm getting him dressed he is rolling around trying to look at Joe; he loves his dad. Now today Finn has been an angle and Joe decided to take him and I am here doing nothing. I know it's only for an hour but on good days like today I miss my son. I didn't even text Joe today telling him he needed to get home to take care of his son, that means it was a really good day. If I can't handle an hour away from Finn, I think I am going to have a melt down when we leave him for our cruise. He probably won't even miss me, he'll j miss Joe though. So while I sit and wait for my son and husband to come home I'll do what I know Joe would want me to do...watch the playoff game.