And now, an update:
I wore my fingers to the bone cleaning. Not really. But I’m quite impressed with myself, nonetheless. Here’s what I did:
- Got dressed
- Organized and straightened the linen closet, including my cache of stockpiled health and beauty items
- Put away the clutter on my bathroom sink, the clutter on my dressers, and the clutter scattered all over my bedroom floor (Clutter? My middle name? Why do you ask?!)
- Made a magazine rack out of an old cheerio box (to help contain said bathroom reading material clutter) ((thanks, Gretchen, for the great idea!))
- Put away my clean laundry
- Scrubbed the master bathroom sink, shower, toilet, and floor
- Scrubbed Pop’s bathroom sink, tub, toilet, and floor
- Emptied bathroom trash x 2
- Shook out all bathroom rugs
- Dusted bedroom furniture
- Made bed
- Vacuumed dust bunnies from bedroom baseboard, under dressers, under bed, and generally every corner of the bedroom universe
- Swept the bedroom floor, the hall, and the stairs
- Scrubbed the said bedroom floor, hall, and stairs with Murphy’s Oil Soap (oh, the shine)
- Windexed the bathroom mirrors
- Cleaned kitchen table and all six kitchen chairs with said Oil Soap
- Washed table centerpiece items (coasters, hot plates, salt and pepper shakers)
- Removed and stored table leaf
- Recycled 5 phone books
- Called Tim for a 5 minute pick-me-up (nothing works better)
- Played the piano (another quick relaxant)
- Made a huge pot of chicken chili for supper tonight and to bring to an event this weekend
- Planned my science lesson (on bones and muscles) for Monday
- Burned a couple of candles to help minimize the clean smell
Pop added to the general cleaning flurry by doing his laundry and vacuuming his room.
How this house can contain all this cleaning energy, I don’t even know.
Here’s what I didn’t get done:
- Take out the trash (I’m pretty sure Tim’ll do it for the exorbitant price of a good long kiss)
- Cleaned/organized the bedroom closets and dressers (that’s the one thing upstairs that I didn’t all the way finish. But at least it’s behind closed d(rawe)oors
- Grading (maybe I can squeeze this in Monday morning?)
- Make granola (no big deal, though. We can always starve tomorrow. Or eat oatmeal for the third morning in a row. Or something.)
- Make phone calls (if I owe you a call ((you know who you are)), I really, really, really WILL call you back soon. I hope.)
- Read the Bible (but we did read at breakfast ((something by Charles Spurgeon)) and I sang a few hymns as I played)
- Much of anything downstairs other than the kitchen table (I still need to sweep, mop, vacuum, dust, sort, organize, and generally do everything I did to the upstairs downstairs)
- Write any of the fifty bajillion blog posts bouncing around in my brain (sorry, blog. Don’t hate me. I promise to get to you eventually)
Hopefully my motivation will extend into next week, and I can actually have the whole house clean AT ONE TIME!! That’s never happened before. If I do, I promise to post a long-overdue house tour for all those who have never come to visit (please! come visit!).
It’s a great feeling to sit here with sore arms and sore feet and sore shoulders and a sore back…and a long list of things accomplished. Probably because it’s such a rare achievement for me. I better enjoy it while I can…because I’m sure things will be back to normal (read: messy) far too soon!
P.S. My hands stink.