This morning I stayed home with the 2yo while the older two went off to piano lessons. So I could "tidy up." This was my idea. You know, just do some light organizing. Maybe a load of laundry or a few dishes.
I noticed that the floor really needed sweeping. Which meant I had to move the shoes. So I created a new storage system for shoes and wandered around the house trying to find matches for orphaned footwear.
I eventually gave up on some of them and put them in a bag labeled: Lonely Shoes. Then I swept and then mopped. Which probably could have been the end of it.
But then I moved the kitchen table onto the deck and put all the chairs in the other room so I could mop more thoroughly.
Which is when I realized how dirty the curtains were. So I took down the curtains and put them in the wash. (Must remember to get those. I think I just heard the dryer buzz.) When I came back into the kitchen I noticed how dirty the windows were...
So I got out some old newspaper and some glass cleaner and set to work. We have really complicated double-hung or casement windows or something. Parts of the window can come flipping inside the house to be cleaned on both sides. Other parts just swing dangerously from their perch above my head. The screens are no help whatsoever and I am not quite tall enough to manage any of this.
Here is where my family came home. Which meant I had to pretend that the window project was totally something that I could do on my own. And I caught my fingers in between the screen and the upper window. I was fine so long as I didn't move my hands because I had to keep gentle pressure on the window in order to prevent my fingers from being crushed.
Right. Good thing my family was home. So it took some time to figure out how to extract me. And there was much talk from my spouse about how, "This was totally worth it because look how clean the windows are! " This, mind you, was said with a great deal of sarcasm and much laughter on both our parts.
And when I thought that was pretty much over with, I somehow got the screen stuck together with the storm window at an angle and nothing would move. More help. More talk about the cleanliness of the blessed windows.
So that was done.
And I decided it was time to switch out the kitchen table for one that was buried somewhere in the basement. I was fairly almost certain I knew where it was. Brought it up, cleaned it off, put it together and finally something went smoothly.
But I must say I got very little of the ordinary tidying done. In fact while I was doing this, the two year old was putting her own spin on the organizational scheme of the living room. It involves having everything within her reach. You know, on the floor.
So the net cleanliness and organization of my home went down in the time I spent "tidying up."
I then pleasantly passed the afternoon teaching myself crewel while chatting with a friend at her house. Which meant I was not at all tempted to tackle any more projects around my house. And now I am too tired and it would wake the children, so I can call it a day.
Grateful Crap: Having a table that fits my family without people getting their fingers pinched between the chairs. Oldest son had a great time at Lego League and I am not involved with it whatsoever.
took meds 150mg sertraline 450 mg (I think) bupropion. I got so used to taking the 3 pills I am not completely certain I took 4
talked to a friend
did some (probably just a few too many) household projects
asked for help (well, I did. Although I could have done it sooner)
Quaker, teacher, parent,