It’s taken until August for me to even consider tackling the shit-fight this house has become in terms of crap being everywhere.
Bathrooms have been scrubbed and for once the boys bathroom doesn’t smell like a public urinal within hours of me cleaning it.
Our bedroom has been cleaned and vacuumed for the first time in, well, let’s just say it’s been a long time.
The bigger boys’ bedroom has been cleaned and more importantly tidied regularly.
The dining room table is clear. As in, you could eat at any spot at the table, as opposed to just the third at the end not covered in mail/school notes/newspapers/toys.
Yesterday involved me finally facing the littler boys’ bedroom.
Oh sure, it wasn’t a minefield of Lego, Pokemon and Thunderbirds (none of which deserve a capital in my opinion but more a charity bin of clothing. Everywhere.
There were five bags of clothing for a child aged 0-1. FIVE.
They have all been bundled to go to my cousin who just had her second child and her first boy. Mwahahahaha.
A garbage bag full of bunny rugs, wraps, play mats, sleeping bags.
The rest has been sorted into sizes 2 through 6 and into summer and winter.
It took a large portion of the day. Hours I’ll never get back.
Now you can walk into their room without having to kick anything out of the way.
Of course, this
cleansing cleaning had a domino effect (or should that be affect?).
It meant the linen cupboard had be to dealt with.
Two stuffed garbage bags of old towels, face washes, tablecloths … snore … sorry, where was I? Oh year, lots of stuff cleaned out. All the swimming gear fits back in there now. As opposed to living in those big Ikea blue bags in the hallway. Which had been shitting me to tears for oh, 12 months.
The new dishwasher had arrived on Friday and Chef in a new found fit of male handima
dnness installed it.
But it meant the cupboard under the sink had to be emptied.
The cupboard under the sink is our plastics
junkyard place. So there was a massive throw-out enterprise there as well.
Then I fell down the hallway steps (of which there’s two) carrying Grover, half a cup of (cold) tea, an empty bottle and a roll of garbage bags due to slipping on the pile that had come out of his room to be washed.
Tea all over me, the walls and the bags (luckily closed) for the charity bin.
A very sore hip (now with golf-ball sized lump and surrounding bruising), knee, elbow and lower back.
A crying baby.
Lots of lovely boys running from everywhere to check I was OK.
A rare entire Saturday and night with Chef home.
A scheduled date night with Chef
Which ended with me falling asleep while putting Jasper to bed and only waking when Chef came in at 11.
Can you believe that after no posting you got one about me cleaning?