Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Year's almost over.

I spent the day busting my ass, getting trash out of out-of-the-way places in the living room.  I had no idea how badly it had built up: crayon papers and wadded up scribble-drawings, and old worksheets and boxes left over from Christmas presents filled two 13 gallon kitchen bags.  Odysseus and I moved most of the living room furniture to pull all of that crap out.

And then we sprayed Ortho bug spray around the baseboards in both the living room (where I'd been cleaning) and the kitchen. 

Tomorrow, we'll be taking down and boxing up the Christmas decorations, and the Christmas movies.  I'm inclined to let the kids keep their books...but then again, I always am.

Thursday, the imp goes to spend the night with Grandma and Grandpa (and will take his bike with him for the visit).  After Odysseus gets back, I'll keep the pixie occupied while Odysseus finishes what we didn't get done: the vacuuming.  Which requires moving furniture, and wrestling with the bigger vacuum (which I finally got unclogged).

It's going to be nice to go into the semester with a slightly cleaner house...not that it will likely stay that way for long.


I actually thought I'd hit publish, last night, before I went to bed.  That should tell you how tired I actually was after yesterday. 


  1. It's always a battle... You do what you can, and then it's back to the salt mines...

    1. I know it. Boy, howdy do I know it. Even tougher with small children who dribble toys, crayons, and crumbs after themselves as they walk.


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