Thursday, June 25, 2009
Thinking About Thursday
The forecast calls for very low motivation today, so let's make the most of the amount of times we walk across the house, stand at the sink, and get that rare burst of energy.
This morning, in a dreamworld haze, I:
-Made two beds.
-Swept laundry room.
-Made protein shake/took meds.
-Made kids' chore lists.
-Was all, "(Deep guttural sound of disdain)" because as the computer was firing up, and I was making my breakfast, Todd swooped in like a pelican to do all his books even though everyone knows whomsoever turns the computer on gets the first turn. Hence, I am 755 hours late in posting.
-Organized clothes into groups on street corners with signs that say "Will work for hangers."
-Folded all throw blankets onto the papasan chair in which they reside, straightened it, and cleaned the floor underneath.
I plan to be gone most of today, but I'm going to set my timer and my mind to:
-Vacuum my car (the one thing I didn't do yesterday because I uncharacteristically didn't go anywhere), while still sporting my ponytail, an homage to Sam.
-Fold the laundry.
-Set the timer for five minutes and do a cob web check.
-Scoff at my fancy-ass bath mats which spend 15 days per month dry and useful and the other 15 wet and an eyesore. Currently they are the latter, sprawled out under the A/C, plus a fan, what more do they need? A massage? A drink? Jesus, DRY ALREADY!
-Round up clothes to take to Emily.
-Sweep back porch.
-A good once-over so I can leave with no guilt. Things are pretty clean here.
FOR MY MOXLINGS (sinister laugh):
-D & L to the extreme.
-Eat strawberries until you're sick.
-Lie in the sun, brown, turn...oh wait, this is Sam's list!
-Okay, don't let the kitchen intimidate you another second. You've had your coffee (and your lunch because Todd is a pelican), so crank up some OTC and put that kitchen in its place.
-First get that washing machine going, and keep it going, until your bins are empty.
-Wash all mirrors and at least five windows, inside and out. Sam, Megan, I'm picturing your big picture windows in your living rooms.
-Walk through your house and throw ten things STRAIGHT INTO THE GARBAGE!
-Sweep your walkway.
-Pay some attention to your entryway. Sweep, straighten, fold blankets, put toys in tubs, shoes on racks, etc.
-Choose between a general ten minute dusting of the house or five specific areas, like a crusty old bookshelf that is so corroded it should be a mystery stairwell on Masterpiece Theatre or something. Knick knacks suck and are the perfect thing to avoid, except I won't let you. I have to pay the price for my Willow Tree collection, and so do you. I recommend a damp rag, but a Swiffer duster works well too, though I loathe feather dusters.
-Assign each of your able-bodied children three chores that matter. "Think happy thoughts," or "Tell your sister you love her" isn't going to do jack shit in your house, so get them folding, straightening, or, if you can, GETTING RID OF!
-Sweep/vacuum if Ivy (or a reasonable facsimile thereof) lets you.
And just for Bethany, THE MOXIE MANDATE!
Today you have three options:
-Clean your door and window and immediate entry area with Mr. Magic and Windex and a broom...
-Get every single item off the living room floor and sweep and apply whatever wooden floor treatment you use. This means moving couches and chairs chick, are you loving this challenge?
-Scrub down Tavy's highchair and your dining room table, with will undoubtedly beget an unconscious flurry of sweeping the floor and such as well.
The two latter tasks involve picking up books, so be prepared to put those away.
If you're manic (I don't feel mania in the air) do them all. Otherwise, tell me to suck it and do what you do.
Can't wait to hear. :)