Thursday, August 27, 2009
Okay ladies, I know that Mesina would want us to get back to attacking our houses like some sort of guerilla warfare, while she herself lies around doing nothing, of course. (Hey, it's a good gig if you can get it!)
Thank you universe and all its earthly and celestial inhabitants for keeping this baby safe. It had to be so. It had to be so.
So, where are we? Personally, I crossed the 24 hour mark whereupon my gleaming house turns into a landfill despite no one being here. The beautiful vacuum tracks disappear, things spontaneously render themselves askew, smudges go on a rampage, and I scream like Kate Gosselin, demanding answers from everyone including the cat.
Yesterday I surprised myself, hella. Namely by copying Debe yet one more time, and also by kicking it into gear once my baby was okay. But surfaces were trying to call 911, it was pretty dire. I was home twice, in 30 minute increments, and luckily, I can do a quick make-over in 30 minutes.
Today, let's focus on:
-Basics (yawn). Is this getting easier for anyone? Bethany's been trying to usurp Moxie of late, so awesome! But are laundry and/or dishes getting less overwhelming at all? If not I'm not to kick you.
-Pick a bedroom, any bedroom. Strip sheets, make bed, put clothes away, vacuum, hose attachment for the trim, wash the window(s), wipe down the walls, dust your knick knack shit, everything. If you choose your kids' room, knock back some liquor, THROW AWAY everything that will not cause them PTSD to lose, and then some, hang clothes, make beds, minimize, wash window(s), and vacuum.
-On your way out, sweep your entryway and check to see that your kitchen is more parts serenity than suicide, and wipe down your dining room table.
Enjoy your efforts and brag all about it.
Your song for today is "Fun House" by P!NK. I may have already suggested that one, but yeah, it's that good.