Tis the Season

We've traveled, we've destroyed, we've decorated, we've been crazy.  So, in honor of the season and my current surroundings I decided to re-write the lyrics to an endearing Christmas song.

I'm dreaming of a clean house
Just like the one I used to know
Where the counter top glistens
and children listen
when I say...I just told you "no!"

I'm dreaming of a laundry maid
with every piece I throw in whites
May my rags be stainless and bright
and may every shirt be folded right

Oh, yes, I'm dreaming of a clean house
with every scrub I make with might
May my home be cheery and bright
and may all the chores get done by night.

Ok.  I'm semi-motivated.  Now, where in the world did my maid and nanny run off to??