Most of the first floor is now straightened up. Not clean, but tidy at least.
All the clean laundry is folded and stowed in it's proper place.
There is still Christmas to take down and pack away for another year.
A trip to the grocery store will have to be done later.
I've already started getting things ready for our work/school week.
The girls are downstairs in the playroom.
The boy is sitting at the kitchen table behind me playing with a travel lite brite.
The Hubby is bringing up the empty boxes for the Christmas decorations.
Thank you notes from Buddy's birthday party and gifts we received over the holidays are hanging over my head, along with a bunch of other mail/paperwork that needs to be sorted through and dealt with.
There is vaccuuming and cleaning and sorting and straightening left to do. There always is.
This week, I'll register Sweet Pea for Kindergarten in the fall, and take Punkin to the orthodontist for the first time.
Just now, though... I'm enjoying sitting quietly. Listening to the swooshing sound of the water in the dishwasher and Tim McGraw on the CD player. I even took a few minutes to flip through a catalog and read some of my favorite blogs.
As I typed this, each of the kids have come up from downstairs and my quiet solitude has been interrupted.
Time to take down the ornaments and get back to cleaning the house.
*crash* -- All 100 of the lite brite pieces just hit the floor.
I think a nice hot bubble bath will be in order for me later today... after... later...
** Update **
It is still Christmas in our livingroom.
I never did make it to the grocery store today. It will still be there tomorrow night for me, though.
Some of the paperwork has been sorted through.
I did get the kitchen is all straightened up finally, see?
You know why so much didn't get done today?
This is why:
Punkin's room, before
Until today, I'd make token forays into this room to clean and organize it. It was hideously messy. Since we moved in almost two years ago, it's never been 'completely' organized. A lot of stuff had been "stowed" here and there. Until today. Today, I sorted through every nook and cranny in that room, under every piece of furniture, in the dresser drawers, and in the closet.
This is what it looks like now:
SO much bettah.
We've, er cautioned her that if it EVER gets that disgustingly, hideously crudded up with clothes and papers and toys and shtuff again, she'd be in some serious trouble.
I just need to do something with all this stuff...
(...and I didn't take that hot bubble bath... I don't have the energy to clean out the tub.)