First task, get everyone up and moving. Second task, those nasty bathrooms. Blech. I hate cleaning the bathrooms. So I assigned the task to Rebecca. At least the kid's bathroom. OUR bathroom was actually worse--the shower needed one of those "douse with CLR and scrape with a razor blade for two hours" type cleanings. We have moderately hard water, and when you mix that with soap, it builds up quickly. "But not if you clean it every week, right?"
Yeah, that's right, Mr. Smarty-pants. But now is not the time to point fingers and try to assign blame, other than the fact that I think the Bush Administration bears full responsibility for the condition of my shower.
Anyway, that really did take a couple of hours to get into shape, and then I moved on to the vanity.
I got Cat to help me with this one--she dusted off the piles of makeup and lotion bottles, and I scrubbed off the topsoil-like aggregation of powdered makeup and foundation and hairspray and toothpaste and soap that had accreted on Reba's side of the countertop. I hate to say this, but she needs work in her tidy skills, and you know (after seeing the photo of my desk) that I do not say this lightly.
In other parts of the house, Jonathan was busily moving one pile of toys from one side of his bed to the other, and Rebecca had moved on to shifting clothes from one part of her dresser to another, and Ashley was concentrating on not doing anything at all, and Reba was clearing out the vast stacks of magazines and paper on her side of the bed.
For the whole day of Saturday, the final tally was two clean bathrooms, a rousing start to cleaning the den and dining room, and some dent made in the amount of bedroom ephemera.
Baths for the kids (even though I hated to mess up the sparkly clean tub) and then it was time to start typing. Yes, typing. My stuff from work. After last week's time-wasting debacle, I decided to bring my notes home and type stuff up there, rather than try to do it any other time during the week. I hated having it hanging over my head, and it allows me to be a bit more flexible for MORE stupid assignments as they come my way. Anyway, I managed to get that done, and climbed into bed about midnight.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at September 6, 2005 09:59 AM