Monday, August 17, 2009
One of the things I hate is when we run the dishwasher while Quinn is a) gone, or b) asleep, and he is always gone or asleep, and there are dishes in the sink, mating and laughing in my face. Sometimes I force him to unload it at midnight, and other times, like last night, when he's building rockets and shit at Israel's house, I have to pull out the drying rack and resort to the olden days.
Last night. Notice Reilly lighting incense for ambiance, as it was just us girls, but she is also reaching for a Kirkland wipe. I love my kids!
Today I have a midday appointment so my cleaning will be divided into morning tasks:
-Put away dishes.
-De-clutter counter after sifting through a sea of coupons.
-Dust (and scream and say What! The! Fuck!)
-Make kids' chore charts.
-Clear my bookcase, run the lint roller over the runner.
-Put away my clothes, on real hangers, unlike the haphazard style Debe saw. Oy.
-Clean out refrigerator, see if shelves fit in dishwasher. That would be sweet.
-Draw my sword and defeat the "swap" chaos.
-The laundry saga, chapter 4894575.
-The dishes, five at a time, keep them on the left. Soak pans, clean stove top, you know what to do.
-Anyone who is not pregnant wipe down your kitchen and bathrooms on your hands and knees, extra points for bleach. Once you do it, you'll never go back.
-While you have the bleach out, let's see some sink action. You will thank me, hopefully with pastry.
-Pick 20 things up from where they don't belong.
-Assign each capable child 5-10 tasks. For non capable children, 2 tasks.
-Wipe doorknobs, I am so serious.
-Clean the front of your oven with Windex and see if any windows get jealous.
Chillax. You done good. OMG Bethany that was painful. Get to it, and post!