My husband was out of town this past weekend so we did the usual and slopped the house. By Saturday evening we were just sitting around slacking, watching videos. It looked like the Cat and the Hat dude had come by and did a number on the place. It was bad.
I told the kids we were in some serious trouble. That relatives would start coming in this week and we can’t let them see the place like this. We all decided “tomorrow” was the day. Which was Sunday.
We did it. There were stacks of mail, stacks of papers, books, you name it. Things that didn’t belong in the kitchen. It’s never messed up with dishes and things like that. It’s just that the kitchen here is like a junk drawer, a magnet for things that no one has a place for. Buttons. Sewing needles, spools of thread. Junk. I told everyone to get their stuff or it would get thrown away. Half a day later, here’s what it looked like.
I cleaned out the fridge, boy is it empty now. The micro. The oven. All that. Tackled the laundry room too. I don’t know how people with kids keep their houses so clean all the time.
I do have to give some credit to Pooks, not that she came over and cleaned for me, but she’s always got some good posts on her blog about organizing things. Couldn’t help but think about her as I filed all those papers away and threw away the things we don’t use or need.
The guy that was supposed to do this “secret room” addition with the hidden door that looks like a bookcase did about 1/4 of the job and skipped town. Left a hole in the wall and that’s about it. I told my husband I had this strange hunch about him, that as I wrote the check (we had to pay for half the job when we hired him) I got this feeling he would buy some crack with it. He was clean, had references, but there was something about him.
At least the house is clean. Now to hide that hole… And yes, we did look for him in there.