Saturday, January 19, 2013
I Will Never Be Like My Parents!
Itís 9:00 on a Saturday Ö thatís AM not PM! I sit here with my second cup of coffee totally relaxed. I cleaned my house in under an hour. The laundry is done. The bed has clean sheets. *Gasp* The Oven Is Clean and Ready for Christmas. Oh wait, Iím a little late on that.
As I was putting my weekly clean sheets on my bed, a flood of memories came rushing in. Saturday mornings growing up, my parents had a routine. The routine I swore was developed by the US Military and torture comparable to waterboarding. Strip the sheets of your bed, pick up your room, vacuum, dust, laundry, grocery shopping! I considered this against the Bill of Rights, my right to life, liberty and the pursuit of Saturday morning cartoons complete with Cheerios in a bowl. All of the Scooby-Doo, Bugs Bunny and Speed Buggy missed because of this routine. I swore I would never be like my parents and never do this too my kids.
Fast forward 40 years. I admit now that they were right. I did my kids a disservice not making them do this and not setting a routine. I always said we were too busy, other things to do and it just mounted up worse than Mount Washamore. Then the panic would set in if someone was coming over.
My oven will never be as clean as my parents, but seriously who is going to eat off of it or open it for that matter.
Just in case my mom is reading this and missed that tiny little sentence above Ö. YOU WERE RIGHT!!!!
Surprise! I gained a pound. Next week Iíll be back to logging and jogging.
As you can see above, itís going along quite nicely. I tackled the rust in both of the tubs this morning. Todayís schedule is to put my sonís stuff that he left, in the corner of his room. Clean the room top to bottom. Move my sewing and craft stuff into his closet. Wait for him to pick up his stuff.
Next, since it is warm outside, I am going to clean the freezer in the garage and take an inventory of it. Itís time to eat what we have instead of buying more.
I have a really wonderful husband who is totally supporting this resolution. I didnít realize just how much until a few nights ago.
Dinner was done, dishes in dishwasher, sink is shiny, floor is dust mopped and I am firmly planted on the couch. It was then he decided he was going to make cookies. He probably didnít know that at that moment, I was near a panic state of mind. I decided to ignore it and snooze. He woke me up to go to bed and I walked into the kitchen Ö. To clean the sink. I turned on the lights, the sink was empty and shiny. The counter was clean and so was the floor. I never doubted for a moment that he could do itÖ itís just that old habits die hard and I admit that I probably would have left the dishes in the sink!