Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Okay, it's a sickness. I was gone for almost 48 hours, no sleep, no food, my feet throbbing from the pains of vanity in the form of wearing shoes a size too small, and I was greasy and fading fast. And what did I do when I came in, barely strong enough to push the door open? I opened the dryer, pulled the clothes out, rotated what was in the wash, emptied the waste basket, swept the floor, went to see what the filth fairies had done to my kitchen. No, I don't mean my family, I mean the dust and grime that sets in when we're not looking. This led to loading the five dishes, wiping down the kitchen, sweeping, making the crap on the counter symmetrical, etc., all with purse still in hand. Then I set about to fold all the throw blankets before I could even entertain the idea of collapsing into hundreds of hours of sleep. (Which translated into one hour because I got a phone call.) So yeah, maintenance as an extreme sport maybe? I'd take the gold, except gold sucks, silver is superior, but is associated with second place, which just won't do. Okay so it's probably best that maintenance isn't a sport because god help me if I ever had a day on which I won the bronze.
Quinn asked me to wake him at 7:30 to watch some special Dr. Who (thanks Deborah), but alas, I was awakened at 5-something by a phone call. I'm telling you, the sky is falling Chicken Little, but that's another blog.
So by the light of the freaking moon, I:
-Made all beds.
-Wiped the kitchen.
-Swept the floor.
-Swept laundry room floor.
-Did all the laundry.
-Petted my quilt that Todd insensitively hung to dry on cold, unfeeling lawn chairs last night, whereas I would have praised and massaged it dry.
-Made protein shake, took meds.
-Bleached the kitchen sink.
-Decided to bleach all the sinks and the tub.
-Arranged garbage and recycling into alignment.
-Scoured kitchen garbage can inside and out.
-Made copious lists.
MY HOPES AND DREAMS FOR THE TWELVE SECONDS DURING WHICH I'LL BE HOME TODAY:
-Follow through with bleaching remaining sinks/tub.
-Fold all the laundry.
-Tackle one kitchen drawer (did one the other day, damn that feels good).
-Have Quinn vacuum.
-Rappel into our lower chip/pasta/Top Ramen/garbage bags/straws/protein shake mix cupboard and sic my OCD on it. It's scarier than a haunted house, and no one upholds my systems once I create them. Oooh, I see organizers in my future. Yea!
-Have Quinn and Reilly give their room a once-over.
-Yeah, I'll be happy if these things get done. Well, happier. Little things like cleaning off my suede ottomans with a lint roller rarely make the list because I don't even think about it.
SO MOXLINGS, PICK SOMETHING OFF MY LIST OR CONSIDER THE FOLLOWING:
-Pull all the cusions off your couch/love seat and wipe or vacuum all the French fries, broken crayons, pennies, and whatever else has made its way in there. Really. Do this. May as well pull said couches out and vacuum behind them too. Just sayin.
-Wipe down your tv/dvd/game system area. I advise spraying the Windex (or green solution) onto the paper towel (or cloth you've knitted), and then wiping the screen, as opposed to spraying directly onto the tv. Wipe down all dust, lift up the dvd player, game system(s), wipe top and back of tv, cords if you can reach, the hutch, the whole shebang. For those with crayon graffiti, fingernails work well, as demonstrated by Emily yesterday.
-Cob web check. Whole house.
-Time for all towels and bath mats to take a trip through the washer. Sweep bathroom floor(s). Wipe down sinks and toilets.
-Put those kids to work. Make them pick up stuff off the floor.
-Clean your sliding glass door if you have one.
-Give your kitchen cupboards a wipe, dishwasher, refrigerator, etc.
-Empty all waste baskets.
I want some proud posts!