Self Adulation

It's days like today that I wonder why I deny myself the luxury of flowers and special stuff on mother's day and my anniversary. 
Usually I'm pretty satisfied to be allowed to stay in bed all day without judgment.

Today....Today I was awoken at 3:something a.m. to clean up the vomit that someone left in the middle of the night on the dining room/bathroom floor, walls, door....yuck.  I anticipated some deep cleaning today seeing as how a nasty little strep bug invaded my family.  I just wasn't anticipating my day starting at some ungodly time of day because my husband is vomit-wimpy.  (He can't help it)  I did get back to sleep and I was a bit lazy for the first few hours today.

However, after about three or four hours of cleaning the stinky boys' bathroom, and only half of the door jambs, light switch plates, door knobs and stair banister, I'm really relishing the idea of a beautiful bouquet of flowers for my efforts. 
Granted most of the time I don't clean my house so thoroughly, I like to think that that is one of the reasons my family doesn't get sick very often...you know, 'cause I let them be exposed to germs regularly instead of keeping a sanitized house.  I know it's not very logical or hygienic, but cut me some slack...Bunny trail, sorry.  What I was trying to say is I don't usually put much effort into really keeping my house clean and when I do clean it I feel like I deserve a pat on the back.  It's absurd, I know. 

Whoever said a bunch of flowers as a sign of appreciation was wasteful or unimportant?  Oh yeah, me.

Well, back to cleaning, I still have the rest of the doorjambs and switch plates and equally worst of all...the floors, the dishes and the laundry:-p 

I think I have some flowery room spray laying around here somewhere, that should curb my craving.