So the day starts off. . .well, not on the best note.
Yet, I managed to get my act together. I’m a bit excited as my parents are due to arrive on Friday.
And, because this week is not my first official week of school, I determine to clean my house spotless. Thus, I can start “officially” next week, after the folks leave, with a fairly nice house.
The problem is, the homeschool room is a disaster area. I mean, it has been a dumping ground all summer! (What table-work school we’ve done has been downstairs in the dining room.)
So, I’m talking with my friend (who has promised to hold me accountable this week), and we determine that I should start on the homeschool room first. It’ll easily take two days. (But, if I leave it for last, it would not get done.)
Thus begins the cleaning saga. The first part of which was wholly random. I mean it’s nearly impossible to sort when there is no rhyme or reason to the madness.
By lunch, the only thing I could say that I had accomplished was 2 loads of laundry. It was depressing.
After lunch I got back to work. I finally determined to work on the school room closet (which was essentially clean and organized). There was one shelf in there though, that had old stuff (not school related) that I determined to get rid of, which then necessitated the re-organizing of the entire closet.
So it was by 1500 I had a very lovely school closet. The little guys were busy creating bead bracelets and Tyler hands me the phone.
“Christine, this is your brother, what do you have going on this weekend?”
“Oh, Mom, Dad and Grandma are coming.”
“How would you feel about 2 extra?’
“That would be fantastic! I know everyone would love to see you!”
“Great, we’ll be there tomorrow.”
And somehow, my massive week-long cleaning campaign for the weekend. . . just got curtailed. Phone calls were made as some appointments needed to be moved around. My friend volunteered to take the kids to the pool for a couple of hours.
Tomorrow will be great fun!