Saturday, October 24, 2009
Manic Cleaning Saturday, October 24!
It's a good thing I enjoy cleaning enough for all of us, as I still wake up like a kid on christmas racing around expecting everyone to be up and pacing in anticipation of their lists. In truth, by the time these indifferent sleeper-inners roust their precious selves, I'm half done, but who cares. I usually give the kids weekends off, especially if there's school work to be made up, and there usually is. (I have no problem admitting that our weekly lesson plan is not a well-oiled machine of bliss and giggles operated by rote. Busy schedules often force make-up math on weekends.) However, if I need Quinn to vacuum and/or do toilets, he does it, math or no math.
Anyway, coffee's brewing, bed is made, protein shake and myriad foul horse pills have been choked dryly down my gullet, and I shall set my new music ("Caroline!") and slaughter this list:
As always, I challenge you guys to hit any three things off this list, or consider the following options:
-L------ (you know).
-D----- (you had better know).
-Pick one room and gut it, scrub it, toss what you can, and put Humpty back together again.
-Strip beds/change sheets.
-Clean your kitchen window sill/track/glass.
-Pick up 20 things.
-Get rid of 10 things.
-Dye your hair purple.
-Come and get the old washer and dryer the hell off my porch. (Cue banjo music.)
POST POST POST. You all claim to lurve fall but there's a malaise spreading, or maybe it's Swine Flu, whatever. In any case, you guys motivate each other, and since many of you contact me directly, share with the class.