Sunday, November 20, 2005

I am not your broom! I am not your broom!

Lots of nothing points if you know the source of that quote.

Today I knew I needed to clean. The missionaries are coming for dinner tomorrow evening, I can't decorate for Christmas until the carpet's been cleaned, and I have a Pampered Chef party planned for next Saturday.

But, I didn't want to. I was tired. I was gwouchy. I did what any great procrastinator does, I planned. I made a To-Do list. When I was done I had to admit that at least one of the items couldn't be put off no matter how much I wanted to. So I dressed the twins and we went off to the grocery store to get vegetable oil and toilet paper. On the way there, I turned on the radio and discovered that one of my presets -- a "soft rock" station that makes Chris' ears bleed -- has converted to all Holiday music all the time for the rest of the season. Now, my memory is that usually we don't get holiday music until Thanksgiving day, but I guess now it's the first day of Thanksgiving week.

It was just what I needed though. If you play ALL Holiday music all day long, day after day, your holiday music selections had better be pretty deep. I ended up listening all day as I cleaned, music cranked up as loud as my little boom box goes, and I didn't hear one repeat.

Tis the season to shampoo your carpet, fa la la la la la la la la . . .

So I sorted, tossed, and weeded out the kids toys. Buh-bye happy meal toys. Buh-bye broken things. Hello room for whatever Santa brings. I didn't get to the two big ugly spots in the basement -- the junk displaced by the wood pellets, and um, my office corner (it gets ugly fast). But I got the toys done, worked on dishes, washed a lot of laundry, tidied and vacuumed the livingroom, broke down and reassembled the carpet shampooer before having to admit that, um, it's not long for this world.

Tonight I'll fold and put away that laundry and finish the last of the kitchen except the floor.

Tomorrow I'll work, then I'll do the kitchen floor, cook for the gang plus two hungry 19 year olds, and tomorrow night I'll tackle shampooing the hallway.

Tuesday, I promised Max, is set up the Christmas tree day. I have to set up the tree before he can set up the Christmas slot track that will run around its base.

Then I get to spend the rest of Tuesday and Wednesday decorating and tackling those ugly spots in the basement. It's my goal to be completely decorated BEFORE going to my brother and sister-in-law's house for Thanksgiving so that I can have Friday to prepare for Saturday's pampered chef shindig.

I don't know what I'm doing for work in December, but I do have work, LOL. I just don't have the specifics. But I do know I get most of this coming week off and that's great :)

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

oh,oh, i know! They Might Be Giants, No! Album. Yeah lots of nothing points for me! And of course you knew I'd get it didn't you? Thanks for the soaker pants they're great! I must learn to knit. I've just typed this one handed with a poopy baby in my arms. talent, what can I say!

H said...

No longer must I sweep for you for I am not your broom!

We love that album here!

Heidi said...

I like best that the song is then sung in broom language.
Shuh sh-sh sh-sh sh-sh sh,
S'sh-sh sh-sh sh.