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I am my mother's child

My mother has a problem with cleaning. By this I mean she cleans constantly. In that regard, I take after my Dad. But there is one area of cleaning in which I take after Mom, and that is in regards to HOW we clean.

I have family coming in this week. That means the empty bedrooms which I use as "put places" are often uninhabitable prior to company coming. Or in the words of my 2nd grade niece, "Hmm, these rooms are quite messy." And so they are. Now I could easily pick stuff up, stuff stuff under the beds and into drawers, vacuum and be done. But there's something within me that rebels at that thought, because that means I will have to come back later and sort through it all, which means cleaning the room AGAIN. So I began tackling the guest bedroom last night, which I use as my sewing room. Now, keep in mind that from April-May I have frantically been quilting. Bobby stopped in a few minutes ago to see how progress was coming. When I joyfully exclaimed, "See how much I've got done" he responded with raised eyebrows "You've certainly pulled a lot of stuff out." But I can see 3/4 of the bed and floor now, and everything that's been moved is in its place, so this room will definitely be ready before bedtime tonight. The "toy room" as kids call it (Mikalai and Aleh's bedroom) won't take long to ready, and hopefully that'll be done tonight as well. The killer room is my art room. At some point within the next four years I'd love to totally overhaul that room into a studio, but for now it still has bedroom furniture crammed (and I do mean crammed) with all kinds of art supplies, Christmas decorations, portfolio pieces, etc and so on. If it weren't for the fact that my 13 yr old niece will be here with my 9 yr old nephew and 5 yr old niece, that room would have been packed up first. Yet I don't think they'll paint the walls or themselves with Ellen around, and they might actually enjoy helping pack that room up. (yeah, right!)

But seeing as they won't arrive until lunchtime tomorrow...there's still hope. Provided I don't decide to tackle the kitchen next.

Comments

Lydia said…
ooo....do you WANT to have four more kids on Friday night?
Monica said…
yes :O) Naomi and crew are actually leaving Thurs (probably early); my 13 yr old niece actually showed up with a friend, and they may be leaving tomorrow to head to her other grandparents...that's what she tells me anyway, but I've yet to hear from my sister

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