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Domestic Engineering

It's Monday morning and I have a whole house to clean. It's a daunting task, but it is seriously overdue. The living room, typically the most clean room in the house (probably because we don't use it much), needs to be vacuumed, dusted and just generally tidied up. That's how messy the house is today.

Here is my to-do list. It feels longer than it actually IS.

-Dust, vacuum and tidy up the living room.
-Sweep, mop, clean off all counters, put away dishes in the kitchen.
-Vacuum, dust, put stuff away in the family room.
-Tickle Carly.
-Strip sheets and blankets.
-Bring the basket from downstairs, wash, fold, put away laundry. {shudder}
-Tidy up 2 bathrooms.
-Tickle Josh.
-Convince children to clean their rooms, vacuum floors.
-Clean my room.

I feel a lot like Carly, who was just sent up to her room screaming "I don't want to! I don't want to go to sleep!" (she fell asleep within 2 minutes).

I just really don't want to do it all.

But I suppose that is how we got here in the first place.


Lacey said…
just trying to get my kids to clean their rooms is the WORST part of any day for me! Good luck!
Ha - great title.

Yup - today I'm dealing with the aftershocks of the Conference Bomb. We chose to watch it at home on the internet (for the English) and two days with everyone in the computer room?

Natalie said…
LOL! Yeah, I went into this MOnday morning with a "gotta get caught up on this place" mentality too. And here I sit blogging..
Anonymous said…
Swep and Moop - it is as constant and sure as death and taxes, just more often and (hopefully) less shocking.

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