Spring Cleaning Weekend...Part 1

Wow! Crazy few days, first blogger was down and then when it went back up, I was really busy with my to-do list.

Do you realize how hard it is to work around toddler twins? Very hard! They want to see everything, get into everything. It’s like having monkey’s on your back…literally. They are so curious about what is happening around them and who can blame them, everything usually gets done AFTER they go to sleep. The only thing that seems to go on when they are awake is cooking, vacuuming and of course one of the three cats licking it’s butt. Of course the natives don’t understand that a cat with it’s leg up in the air is not an invitation to grab it and pull. Cat doesn’t understand it either because as soon as the cat leaves and the natives go elsewhere, that brain damaged cat will go to the same exact place and stick it’s leg right back up in the air, lol. I feel like cheering the natives on if the furballs can’t put two and two together or in this case, four and four. But I gotta love the look on the furball’s face as well as the natives when it happens…horror and glee.

Number 2 son had his room cleaned this past weekend and it took me 4 hours! Not him…me. I hurt my middle finger (something about that but I’m not sure what yet), threw a dresser out (he’s not using it anyway, seriously, it was completely empty) and dropped the chaise lounge chair on the bone of my foot. After sitting on the floor holding my foot, crying for at least 4 minutes, looking at the red area that would surely turn purple by morning wondering if I should pick the skin off that was pulled up from that wonderfully useless chair, I’m thinking…um, NOBODY heard me yell, fall and cry or came to see if I was OK?? Oh, sure I wasn’t that loud and I did fall on carpet but I’m a sissy and I KNOW they HAD to have heard me crying.  I mean, it was for a few minutes. So I pick myself up, limp around for a few minutes and walk into the living room thinking someone will wonder what’s up but nope, everyone was in their own little world and I got no sympathy. So I head back in to A2’s room and after moving everything around and piling up all those clothes that were not in the dresser, I have 2 trash bags, 6 loads of clothes and 8 blankets to wash. The biggest thing about having the room clean…I now know what color the carpet is again. It’s light brown in case you’re wondering, lol.

I cleaned the sunroom with the help of #1 and #2 sons. I mean hey, the bowflex and stairmaster are in there and even though I wanted both of them, I don’t use them, they do. And because I don’t use them, I have no muscles so can’t move all the parts that attach to the bowflex, therefore I need their muscles. And the tile is off-white in case you are wondering about this room too. 

Now I’m not a messy person and my house is relatively clean. I’d eat off the floor…well at least AFTER I picked the cat hair out of it anyways but if I don’t stay on top of it, it accumulates pretty fast. So, spring cleaning is terrible for my boys when it happens.

We got a carpet shampoo machine because even though I wouldn’t eat off my carpet, it’s obvious the natives think this is always an option because I’m seeing all types of food mashed into the carpet. Didn’t take long to shampoo but I sure had a messy carpet! I’m sitting here wondering if I should even use plates for the natives at this point. I mean, how much are plates? I could probably spend $5 for a really cheap set or use that $5 towards a shampooer every month for about $25, right? Hey I’m considering it.

Hubby had his honey do list also, lol. And I worked him to death! After 5 years, yes I said 5 years, he finally put the baseboards up and as predicted, they look great! He also painted the living room/dining room and it’s nice to see no dings and dents in the drywall made by big and little hands. Yep, hubby painted the ceiling and sad to say for the big hands, he painted over their hand prints up there.  A1 and A2 will now be able to wipe off their hand prints when they walk around and think they are basketball players and try to do a goose-neck or follow through and I’m thinking there will be a lot of cleaning by them in the future.

Furniture is back in place and even though the walls have no clocks, pictures (and I love baby pictures) or collectable on them yet, they will be up there again soon. I woke up Monday with my heels hurting, my middle finger hurting, my hip, my knees, my butt? And that foot I smashed did not turn purple so it wasn’t hurting that bad and maybe I did exaggerate a bit but I still think I should have gotten some sympathy because I sure didn’t get a high five for doing everything and I DID tell my husband that the walls now looked a lot better and he did a great job! And the natives still held pow-wows with their milk and juice sippy cups as well as their cheerios on that nicely cleaned carpet the following morning.

I’m ending this now but tomorrow I’m looking forward to telling you about my trip to the orthodontist and A1 coming home from college for the summer.

One more day survived. WooHoo!!