When your accomplishments include fabric shaving your bra

Did you ever have one of those weekends where you just can’t do enough? If I had a uterus, I’d be afraid I was nesting. Maybe it’s the fact that I know in one week I go back to work. Those 6 weeks flew right by, but I am looking forward to a bit of normalcy.

Yesterday we went to Menards. I could spend days in that store. There is so much to look at. I settled on some weed fabric, edging and a few other miscellaneous things. By the time I get my patio done it’s going to time for the snow to start flying. Next year though, next year it’ll be perfect.

Watching me try and remove sod from hard clay in 90 degree weather is definitely something to see. I had sweat dripping everywhere. I love to work in my yard. It wasn’t always that way, but the older I get the more I enjoy it. Unfortunately I realized that I was way over my head, and that the only reasonable answer was roundup. Chuck sprayed the area that I’m going to edge.

It’s getting there.

This morning I had a wild hair up my ass, and that’s when everyone suffers. It was a moms setting the timer and anything of yours left in the kitchen, or living room is getting tossed, kind of mornings. Seriously though, it was out of hand. It’s not that I don’t want any evidence or their existence, I just don’t want it on the main floor.

I even washed my makeup brushes.

After cleaning the kitchen I decided that we should move the stove and refrigerator out, and clean behind them. However old they are is how long it’s been since I’ve cleaned behind them. There was a Smuckers jelly top under the stove. Now how in the hell does one not notice that they’ve lost the lid to the jelly? These kids I’m telling ya, they are trouble. Under the fridge there was at least one bowls worth of Cocoa Puffs. Again, I wonder how do you spill that much cereal and just kick it under the fridge, and go on about your day? If we get mice I’ll die. I’m not talking high pitched girl screech, but literal death by debilitating fear.

Game changing s’more

Once the kitchen was done we moved onto the closet. I love my closet. We had it added last year. When the door is shut, it’s good, but when the door is open, it’s a disaster. Every person in this family has shoes that seem to have the hardest time making their way to the shoe organizer. The mop and the broom also seem to have a problem defying gravity. We took everything out and went through it. Took out everything that didn’t fit, or we don’t need. I even found a fabric shaver that I didn’t know I had. I put that baby to work on a bra, and it looks like new.

I stained that door all by myself
All organized we will see how long it lasts.

The topping on the cake was getting my lights hung outside. We bought these lights a few years ago for our graduation open house we had for our daughter. They’ve sat in boxes in the garage until today. Chuck works so hard trying to make my visions a reality. I can’t imagine that’s always easy.

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