Every day for a month, really?

I'm going to try keeping a diary of my thoughts every day for a month to help my cousin Candace write a movie. My inner thoughts are what she wants. Perhaps I should have warned her about the high probability of my inner thoughts having to do with wondering when was the last time I showered or wondering if Rhys smells fart-poopy or 'splosion-poopy. Oh, well, she asked for them.

So, the question of the day is: Do I skip the nap I could take while both boys are finally asleep in favor of sweeping and mopping before people I've never met before see my house? Or can I safely assume I'll be able to do a semi - okay sweeping and mopping job between the time Andrew gets home and the time company gets here? Decisions, decisions.

Also, now that I've finally decided to re-commit to the consistency potty training demands, it seems my otherwise mild-tempered infant is teething. ::sigh:: (and burnination!)