According to Plan...Or Not
Wednesday, January 18, 2012 at 10:21PM So, my plan was to clean my house from top to bottom (Or bottom to top...I didn't know where I would start. Maybe in the middle; we have a split level house.) today and I got pretty far along towards that goal. By pretty far, I mean I cleaned up our entry way. Which we treat like a mud room, except it is NOT a mud room, which is hidden. There was a narrow path that one could walk but along the sides of the entry (which is shaped like a six-sided polygon, but not a regular hexagon. Don't pay much attention to me. I learned some stuff helping Christian with his math this week.) there was no space to be found. Not even in front of the closet. There was a suitcase there. A suitcase! What a splendid place to keep a suitcase...in front of the closet!
I got the suitcase fully unpacked, and put away. I was able to open the closet and put a lot of shoes away. Can you imagine? Opening the closet! I put away more shoes, and some more shoes, and then some more shoes after that. We have a lot of shoes. You'd think we were big-time walkers, among other things.
Am I not funny? You know you're laughing, even if you're making fun of me.
I swept the area and mopped it too. And now I don't feel like dying a million times whenever someone rings our doorbell.
Although, I did get freaked out the other day by a sweet man that works at our church who told me about some burglaries that were occurring because people were knocking on doors in the middle of the day, posing as such-and-such and whoever, so that elderly people would open up and let them in. I am not likely to open the door for anyone ever again, unless you are FedEx or UPS with a van that I can see in plain sight. In fact, the doorbell did ring this afternoon, and I could see that it was a hail-repair guy, but I did not answer the door because what if he were really some weirdo in disguise, and besides I was watching MLB and they had all my attention what with the Texas Rangers signing Yu Darvish. Finally.
What was I talking about?
My plan! I did not get a single rug vacuumed. I was sad about that. I did do a mighty amount of laundry. Now my wash pile is down to two heaping baskets (heaping? It sounds like I'm baking.) and a smallish mountain next to the baskets in the laundry room. Oh, and also a pile in our bathroom that I have been avoiding. I don't like our bathroom anymore. I know that one day soon I am going to have to overcome this phobia of my own bathroom. Aargh! I also just remembered that there is a very large quantity of dirty clothes in the kids' bathroom that I have not dealt with ever since the girls' puke fest this weekend. Don't worry. There are no pukey clothes in there, but I kind of feel like the whole bathroom needs to be hazmat-treated, and I was hoping to get my regular (read: what is already in the laundry room) pile down before I bring these other things back to wash.
Now that I'm on a roll what with blogging again I just can't stop typing. I have all kinds of things to say. And one of them is that every now and then as I type and the line runs to the end and moves automatically to the next line, there is an extra space at the beginning of the new line. Why is it doing this? This is very strange and has never happened. I am trying to figure out the method to my computer's madness. Or maybe it is Squarespace madness. I don't know. I'll keep you posted.
There I go being funny again. Bloggers post, you know. Post haste.
I suppose tomorrow is a new day and today was progress. That is how I shall look at it. I am also going to try to take more pictures, because if you read (that is past tense "read") all the way to the end of this post without having a single image to break up all the nonsense, then you deserve an award.
I know I seem extra chatty, and a little bit like I'm on amphetamines mixed with a Mountain Dew and a box of Swiss Cake Rolls. There is a reason. Can you guess why? If you do, then you should get an award for that too. But I am not PW and cannot afford giveaways, therefore you will have to be content with the satisfaction that you are super intelligent. I could let all my friends know how smart you are by posting it on Facebook.
I never did figure out why there is this extra space at the beginning of some of my lines. I am curious to see if it appears even when the post is published. We shall see.
-Edited to add: It totally appears when published. So. Weird.
Reader Comments (3)
I know you must feel better since you got something accomplished. It may not be everything you wanted, but you have to start somewhere and kudos to you for starting with shoes. I hate picking up and putting away shoes. And laundry? I hate doing laundry for just two of us. I can't imagine how much laundry you have to do. Keep at it and before you know it your house will be the sparking beauty of my dreams.
Oh yes, I was giggling ALL through this.
(And my stupid computer is doing the stupid extra space thing too and it's STUPID. STOP IT.)
This actually reminded me about the guest room, which has about eight loads of clean laundry sitting in it, waiting to be folded. I think I may go up there and close the door to that room so I don't have to face the Laundry Guilt every time I go upstairs.
I giggled all the way through too, but I'm not smart enough to firgure out why you're extra chatty. (I like it though.) Are you "on amphetamines mixed with a Mountain Dew and a box of Swiss Cake Rolls???"