Today has been great so far and I'm not being sarcastic, either. We, all four of us, have been cleaning. Nothing was safe: under beds, floors, base boards, bins, behind curtains, blinds, everything got a once over and was cleaned out, donation considered, and appropriate action insued. And it was totally not my idea. Yesterday Hubby had been on a mission to find all the marbles from a birthday present given to Little Guy and got up close and personal with the condition of our front room. "It's DIRTY!" was the comment. All he got was a stare from me while I thought of what to say. (In the past, every time I was fretting about needing to clean the house and life not letting me he would say "You just cleaned it. It's fine. Relax." Advice that made me grit my teeth and resist screaming "You don't understand me!!!!" I'm fully aware that our house at it's dirtiest is cleaner than 50% of all the houses we visit in a year but we have a small house with no carpet so any little thing tracked in makes lovely dirt bunnies that congregate in various spots and hold conventions. Those are what I find when I'm opening and closing doors, trying to walk out of the house to run errands, so I am constantly reminded that while I'm cleaning other peoples houses, mine is laying to waste. Well, maybe not that extreme, but it's sure not being cleaned.) So I simply smiled and said that the vacuum cleaner was in a closet and he is more than welcome to clean the house. That led to discussions which led to more discussions which led to the conclusion that everyone would help and we would take one room at a time and get everything in ship-shape order, then Daddy would come in with the vacuum and get all the icky dust up while the other 3 of us cleaned up the next room on the list. It's worked like a charm and the kids are old enough to really get down and help so they really enjoyed it because we all were doing it together. I'm really glad they helped because that freed me to do some extra cleaning and I found that we were having an interesting unintentional science fair experiment using our bathroom floor on what bacteria can grow underneath a potty training chair and the different smells they can emit. I'll use Little Guy's word: YUCK. But it is now cleaned and washed and conclusions noted. Who cares that we didn't have a hypothesis in the first place, all in good fun. It was Albert Enstein who said "If we knew what we were doing it wouldn't be called research."
Eventually I'll get to my knitting today. I've got 6 days to my deadline on the cabled wrap and it's coming along ok. Almost halfway. The Bee has put in her vote to watch "Bye, Bye Birdie" this afternoon as my knitting movie and I think I'm all for that. Little Guy said Thomas the Tank Engine and I think we can swing both.
Another funny story related to the cleaning up/out. I was going through all the kitchen toys given to us that we decided needed to go into storage when Little Guy came swaggering through with his birthday light saber.
"When Darth Vader comes I'm going to fight him," he said.
"Sure, but we have to vacuum your room first," I answered.
"Ok."
Just to let you know, Hubby was Han Solo but since the gifting of the light saber has been deemed Darth Vader. He had run across the street to his parents to return something.
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