Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Tackle Me Tuesday!
I hope everyone had a nice holiday, got some sun, had some BBQ, and generally frolicked in their three-day weekend.
But now it's time to turn our attention to the matter at hand. That's right, all your laundry multiplied while you weren't looking, and some brazen garments scattered themselves across your house, in a subtle, yet effective gesture of turf war. There are more than four dishes in your sink, and I'm guessing, enough clutter has spontaneously amassed to cheapen the enjoyment of your coffee by a factor of five. Am I close?
I'm still riding the waves of my ridiculous assault on my house Saturday, but there is always maintenance. This morning I have:
-Made the beds.
-Eaten and taken meds.
-Finished the laundry.
-Had a wonderful visit with Megan.
-Scrubbed down my garbage can.
-Wiped down my kitchen.
-Made Reilly's chore list.
Things I need to get done before my glut of doctors' appointments today:
-Fold said laundry.
-Find and perform some sort of goddess anti-dust dance because it's making me nuts.
-Dust the computers because there is no such dance.
-Hang my clothes to dry.
-Run the vacuum since Quinny isn't here. :(
-Put away all my clothes.
-Do a five minute clutter sweep.
-Brace myself for pre-op hell. (What does one wear to pre-op hell?)
TUESDAYS CHALLENGES FOR MY MOXLINGS:
-Sam, I know you're busy and low on energy these days. Focus on the basics, let your kids help. Next, set a timer for ten minutes, grab a garbage bag, and rid your troubled mind of all unnecessary things. If you have to think about it, it goes. Expired coupons, expendable Pokemon drawings, McDonald's toys, socks with holes, anything with holes, and so on. Then make your bed, have the kids make theirs, and go sit. If you get a surge of OCD that compels you to fold laundry, great, if not, there is this great trick I once saw a friend do wherein she draped each person's clothes semi-neatly over the back of the couch. Saves on wrinkles, each person can go to his/her pile, and spares you the tedium of actually folding if you're just too beat.
-Megan, you're off the hook today because you brought me roses and Starbucks treats. As soon as I'm on my feet I'm coming over!
-Bethany, your challenge is to forgive me for being such a shitty friend as to still not have gotten over there. I'd like to say I'll take a taxi over as soon as the anesthesia wears off, but people like to threaten my life for such grandiose promises, so suffice it to say, perhaps this weekend or next week. Meanwhile, continue to cull out Tavy's unused things, and toss them in the swap corner. Keep the dishwasher and washing machine humming, maybe run the vacuum and the Shiffer, and surprise me with one extra task. Thank you for your patience.
-Gail, find some dust, organize your guys' respective piles (if only to straighten), wipe knobs, and go drink more tea on the patio.
-Mesina, puppies. I don't know. Don't get behind on your basics (kitchen and laundry), and keep those floors sparse, lest your new baby eat things. Tackle one thing you don't want to.
-Jacob, try not to let the glare of your sparkling house blind you. I too work non-stop when I have company, staying up late, getting up early, etc. But none of your visiting involved children so I imagine you're sitting pretty right now. But that murmur you hear is those ovens...calling...
-Mom, I want you to fill a garbage bag with things to throw away, find five things for a garage sale and put them in your garage, and then run the vacuum. That's it.
-Dawna, are you feeling any better? Up to a basics and garbage bag challenge?
Everyone else, I'm sure you got the gist: Basics, garbage bag in ten minutes, and feel free to dazzle us with whatever else your ambition leads you to do. Come on guys, I'm making it nearly impossible not to exceed the challenge. Show me the money!