I have company coming by this afternoon, and so in preparation for said company, I cleaned a bit. Mainly I desperately needed to find the kitchen table again, and there’s a divider between the mudroom and the kitchen that collects quite a bit of stuff.
So I started to clean. The table was pretty bad, but there was a large number of things on the divider to sort through.
Just when I thought I was almost done, my youngest came home.
So to backtrack a bit, before I started to clean, my younger child asked if he could dye his hair with his friends. He checked with my husband and got the okay, so the three of them left. I was ready to start washing dishes when I saw the three kids back in my yard.
My youngest with hair dye dripping everywhere.
Oy, shit. So we quickly got a bunch of water together (some in a tub that had quite recently been used for keeping cereal fresh), rinsed the worst of it, then I went to get towels (thank goodness I hadn’t thrown them out yet) to wrap the head so traveling through the house was safe again.
After that, the day returned almost to normal. Of course, at that point, I was sweating bullets. (The plan to shower after cleaning was a good one.) I finished vacuuming, then after showering, I got the dishes washed.
There was more on my list that I wanted to clean. There’s a bunch of stuff above the television that could use some intense dusting and sorting and probably throwing away. I wanted to clean in front of the television, too, and there’s a coffee table in the dining room (don’t ask) that also needs unearthing.
But I’m done. There’s no more energy, and no telling when company will arrive. There’s nothing quite as worse as being mid-project when someone shows up at your house.
Maybe I’ll get a nap in before folks show up.
The point was, I can see my kitchen table! And the divider, though perhaps it isn’t spotless. And the floor has been vacuumed, and that was critical.
I declare this a win!