Wednesday, July 29, 2009
I would just like to start by saying b-l-a-h in three syllables. It is the non-battle cry for our entire city right now.
So many of you pushed through the heat yesterday and showed your true Moxie (which by the way is the best baby name ever), my heart soared, and then fell the ground with a thud, but that's a separate post.
I was in fact able to stay inside and get caught up on all that sneaky shit that appears when your back is turned and you go searching for a noose. Clutter, ugh. The laundry's all folded and tucked in, dishes run, floors swept/Swiffered, most things dusted, surfaces wiped down, window tracks got tended to surreptitiously, and Quinn did his chores. (Reilly is away.)
But yesterday sucked chihuahua balls, so I wasn't exactly out for any toothpick revenge.
This morning, I have:
-Made breakfast ... booo-ring.
-Discovered 600 soccer balls and kicked them into the kids' room.
-Made my bed.
I THINK I CAN I THINK I CAN:
-Clean out refrigerator and freezer, including racks and drawers.
-Put all errant binders onto school shelf, thanks to the one newly vacant shelf.
-Free the dryer of all the shit on it. Typically when someone brings over a dish or something, we leave it on the dryer and people know to take gander to ID their things but lately it's too hot and people have turned our dryer into a storage unit.
-Scour for one last tote, for XBox games.
-Touch up the outsides of certain windows who were naughty and got dirty already.
-Hang the bitchin world map I scored, but clean the hutch it will be concealing first. Puke.
-Cleanse my mind of a heaping pile of rotten clutter. Is there such thing as a mental garbage disposal?
-Restock tp, Kleenexes, paper towels, and napkins.
-All before taking Reilly to track, if that's not child abuse.
CONSIDERING THAT MANY OF YOU ARE AT NON-THROTTLE, HOW ABOUT:
-Try cleaning your refrigerator/freezer, sitting on a stool perhaps? Nice and cool!
-Sit on the floor and organize a cupboard/drawer, with fans pointed at you.
-Bust out quick bathroom make-overs, then pass out.
-Scoop up jackets, blankets, toys, shoes, as you inch toward your next glass of water.
-Please call Quinn and tell him to stop wearing a hat, on the grounds that is killing his mother.
Show me the money, we're back on a roll! Heat schmeat!