Saturday, June 20, 2009
No mercy bitches, today we're getting it DONE! Mostly because I slept for 18 hours last night/today and all your asses are gonna pay.
In preparation for today's efforts, I have:
-Rotated and completed all laundry (stop bringing it over!).
-Did all dishes, wiped down sink, ran dishwasher.
-Answered seven emails to free up my time in the morning.
-Washed all bedding.
-Chilled three water bottles.
-Charging iPod for the windows.
-Cleaned back vanity.
-Ate a donut.
-Thought some bad thoughts, to get them out of the way for my frenzy.
My Saturday, on paper:
If you can deal, like, if you get a blood transfusion from Karinda, give me a run for my money. But if you have a life or whatever, try this:
-Clear off your washing machine and dryer. The only remaining items should be detergent, if you don't have a shelf, fabric softener, etc. Wipe them down.
-Revisit those bathrooms. Wipe down sinks, toilets, empty waste basket, toss the bath mat, sweep the floor, pour Ajax in the tub, leave.
-Change all sheets, make beds (kids help!)
-Ten minute sweep through the house, keep moving!
-Take all garbage out.
-Dust your most neglected area (bookshelf, night stand, computer area, etc.).
-Clear your dining table.
-Sweep your entry way including the porch, including the welcome mat.
-Shake your rugs, wash if you can.
-Last but not least, you thought I forgot, DISHES AND LAUNDRYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Who's with me? Who unsubscribed from the blog? Who will send pictures?
We shall see. Happy Saturday!
Update: It seems Sam has caught do-rag fever! I can attest to its success:
In other news, I finally got that mo'fo' junk drawer organized thank you. Without a do-rag even(before):
And after, while the kids and I watched The Fly, and agreed that Jeff Goldblum is repulsive and anyone who digs him should be in a mental hospital:
I also tackled the camera/camcorder/iPod cop-out drawer as a bonus:
After (had to use camera on phone, as my regular card reader is being a motherfucker):
I felt a slight lull sweep through so I asked Reilly to empty this cupboard in such a way as could not be ignored. Now what OCD mind could possibly ignore the screams?
After this, two drawers, one cupboard from HELL, scour the kitchen, windows if it stops raining, errands, including getting some diet Dr. Pepper, fondling my potentially new bed set, looking for a rainbow sham for Reilly, and then home to finish my book and junk a bunch of shit that has no meaning and is taking up space.
More later...there's some tumbleweeds blowing through guys, where you be?
The rain put the kibosh on my window plan, so I decided to clean the entire kitchen with about 7,000 toothpicks. I made good on my cupboard and drawer promises, and then set about to remove every molecule of grime my trusty toothpicks could reach.
Horrid miscellaneous cupboard of doom:
Moment of truth:
Random drawer that tries to get away with smiling and keeping its mouth shut:
Doesn't look better, but it is:
More of the same (oh the dangers of out-of-sight-out-of-mind):
Cleaning under the dishwasher with a toothpick, working my way around the kitchen:
My oven's dirty secrets, revealed:
Scrubbed that grotesque underbelly until it glistened, rearranged pans, wiped everything down, put it all to bed happily: