Me oh my. SO much to do, so little desire to do it.
First of all, we're trying to buy the house we are currently living in. That's a long, boring story so I'll stop there. However, the appraiser is coming tomorrow and I just have a thing about people coming into my home and not having it be clean. So there's that. Plus, I have two soccer team gatherings on different days in my home Thursday and Saturday -- so cleaning needs to commence...now!
I know no one is going to sniff my sheets or do the white glove test. It's just the monster in me my mother created. She, no doubt, will chuckle while reading this...but...she was the QUEEN of chore lists growing up. (She still can't just sit and talk, she has to be cleaning something, most likely the stove top, while she's having a conversation in the kitchen). And, being the oldest (and certainly most reliable...cough cough...Liz) I always got the hardest jobs! Mopping three flights of stairs. WAXING the kitchen floor? (Does anyone do this???) That's on your hands and knees and wax on, wax off. It was a job. There were piles of ironing, probably my least favorite, and you could pick beans for an eternity. Well, it felt that way to a 10 year old child. Particularly when you consider there were roller skates to put on, handballs waiting to be hit, or friends around the corner beckoning to me over the fence.
I don't have friends beckoning to me currently over my fence, but I have a blog I'm posting on right now. I have a piano that's just been tuned and so lovely to pluck at. I have numerous online websites I could visit...and endless other things I could be doing. And yet I have two hours. Two really good hours to accomplish something. Yesterday I cleaned the garage. (This is mostly an open invatation for my husband to mess it up. He panics that I threw away a bunch of stuff. It's only a matter of time...)! Today needs to be the house. SPRING CLEANING!
The moment has arrived. No more procrastination. I will dream of how good it's going to feel and smell when I lay my tired body down on those April Fresh Downy sheets tonight. So, off to put on my rubber gloves, forgo the shower, and become Betty. Homemaker, that is.
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I can't wait to read Mom's comment...
(And it wasn't only us she made work...how about our friends who spent the night on Friday. "Anna, since you're here, you can go ahead and help with chores..."
Thankfully I never had to wax the kitchen floor, but Mom DID make me clean (with a toothbrush) the grout in her never ending tiled bathroom. (Roseville house.) Good times! But ironing I never minded. I just cranked Sting and rocked out for two hours while ironing Doug's shirts. Not a bad gig. Better than mopping three flights of stairs!
Will you BOTH please just come clean my house?! :) Actually, one of you can clean and one of you can cook some fun treats. I'll let you choose in this hypothetical little scenario I'm creating... ;)
P.S. Have I mentioned recently how thankful I am to be part of Liz's sisters' world. You girls are just so fun to read about. I love blogland! :)
P.P.S. I love your new Easter blog template. Okay, I'm done leaving comments now. Sorry! :) (I've got to quit procrastinating going to sleep, so I can get up and leave for our vacation in the morning!!)
What about Betty Rubble? Come on, now. Cough cough. What you did miss out on was all the piles of ironing and laundry I got to do from age 13 on. Definitely got my fair share. That's why I'm so good at it, right? :) And why I still have piles to do, and piles to go before I sleep, and piles to go before I sleep (OK: reference to Frost's "Passing by the woods on a snowy evening")
Hope you got the gumption. If I lived next door, I would have invited you over for dinner when you were bone tired from cleaning. Hope it was fun!
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