Well, not uncle, but maybe just a little break at the ol’ laptop. I’m rewarding myself with a sitdown and list of what I’ve accomplished, not surfing and writing all morning.
In the last 3 hours:
1. Kitchen is clean
2. Downstairs bath
3. Down bath floor washed (how do kids pee behind the toilet?)
4. Downstairs dusted (mostly, at least what you can see easily)
5. TV OFF and dusted off (thank you Rae)
6. Desk dusted
7. Tree taken out to curb (so sad)
8. Toys picked up and at least moved to steps to go up
9. Dining room table cleared and scrubbed (damn playdoh)
10. And now, voila’, I can vacuum.
Also, I got the kids out from under foot with a seemingly brilliant scheme. Tell them that for every stick they pick up (we had a big storm recently) out of the yard, they get a nickle. Sorry, Mr. Tango, but we may go broke, or at least have to borrow from them for groceries. Speedreader became speed-picker-upper, and is up to about 476 sticks, Catgirl, not wanting to be undone, is gaining at 350 or so, and Blue Boy has a big ol’bucketful. At least they’re not bickering. In fact, the thought of money is making them downright jovial, cooperative and just peachy keen with eachother. Here, let me write down that new stick count for you…oh no, after you…do you need help with that wheelbarrow, sister dearest…why no, but thank you, you with that wagon?…mais non, but how about littlest brother, does he need us, pray chance? Water anyone? Moist towelette? Whassup with that? They can only join forces for the greater good of earning cash?!? Not for allowing one sane hour of peace in our home?!? Gack.
