Sunday, March 21, 2010
Roll With It
My house has seen a domestic like never before. Corners unknown for 12 years, new furniture, new blinds, valances, bedding, rearranging, sorting things into caddies, painting the walls, bleaching anything that can't run away, teaching the kids innovative tricks for making their chores less gruesome. Funny, they do not want to live in a filthy house, but they don't exactly skip-to-the-lou when it comes to chores. Although I did overhear Reilly on the phone this morning, as I labeled a caddy, saying, "Don't they know we're an OCD house?"
A part of me chuckled, for while I would always rather they lean towards the cleaner side of life, I have worked really effing hard to impart good habits in them without drilling the need to re-check locks 4839857 times, or cry if the bedspread is crooked, not to mention get short of breath and livid at the sight of clutter and water spots. So no, my kids do not have OCD, they just know that I do, and that I set the tone. So OCD by proxy perhaps...
Having recently accomplished so much, with the help of my amazing children, super-fab friends, Todd, who snarls at my grandiose planning but then has to make sure it's all done correctly, and then loves the end result, my brother for loaning me his drill (for the kids' new curtains and the valance in the bathroom), I set out today to get all laundry done, sweep, throw things away, and generally:
MAINTAIN THE SHINE!!!
What I have found myself doing for the past two hours is a task borne of our great misfortune of washing a new purple microfleece blanket with a shitload of other things, covering the house in more purple fuzz balls than it would even take to make the blanket. Kind of like when you wash a Kleenex and the sum total of the infuriating little bits left in the dryer would span a football field, though it was just one Kleenex. Like that. So I rolled the mattress whereupon Reilly slept during a sleepover, the couches, the ottomans ... (smooth two hour segue) ... and onto the canvas shoe racks, all the carpet along the baseboards, clothing, table runners, shower curtains, my hair (people lose like 200 hairs per day), the closet floor, ad nauseum.
So in an effort to keep up the steam without overwhelming, I want everyone to get their hands on a lint roller, and possibly arm your children (they're protected by the Second Amendment), and get after those throw rugs, welcome mats, and anything else you can think of. It is worth buying/using refills too!
So come one, come all, and post your clever lint action, pictures welcome!