I'm 34 years old, and I'd never cooked a roast.. until today. Well technically it's not cooked yet, but it should be by bedtime. And that's when I'll brag. Provided it's edible.
There's something really cool about sleeping on all fresh clean bedding (even blankets), I almost want to crawl back into bed just to sniff my pillows.
I have a lot of things I want to get done today.
1. laundry, put away
2. organize the pantry
3. clean out 2 fridges and organize
4. clean out and organize a freezer
5. pick up the bathroom
6. get chris in the bath
7. clean off the furniture
8. pick up and vacuum the living room
9. clean cat boxes
10. fill up the animals' water dish
11. take cans to my dad's
12. get the dirty clothes out of my room
13. clean under Chris's bed
yeah, and so far I've put dishes away, started supper, and cleaned off the island.. and I guess I did maybe 1/10 of the pantry. It's not a lot, but it's already more than I've done all week.
Okay, I'm off to do something.. be back in a bit..
3:27pm.. I picked up 3/4 of the bathroom floor.. there seems to be an abundance of football magazines and notebooks trailed all over. I won't point fingers because honestly, do I even need to? haha.
I put stain stuff on one of his shirts.. I think the whole front was covered in last night's supper. I always love it when someone drops more food on themselves while eating than I do.
I worked on the pantry for awhile, but eventually being eye level with a bottle of alcohol pressured me into making a drink, and getting back online to wait for pizza rolls to cook.
Chris is in charge of the living room today. Very slow progress, but still progress. Progress that I don't have to personally do, so it's all good.
4:09pm.. break time again already. Reuniting alike canned goods in a pantry with the light string smacking into your head constantly is not as glamourous as I make it sound?
I keep finding new projects while I'm working on the ones I started with on my list. I am never going to have this house the way I want it.
Zac just took trash out last night, and I've already got another bag waiting to go out.
7:07pm.. I feel like I've been working alllllll day, and not seeing much for results. Maybe that's why I had stopped doing housework in the first place?
Well, I'm worn out, and have a couple hours of 4 year old knock knock jokes to endure.. and countless minutes left of trying to explain that there's no potatoes in chimichangas.. so I shall leave you with this note:
B sharp.
