it took Gary all of two days to paint the entire exterior. TWO. like, what? it takes me two days to-- scratch that, I can't accomplish anything in two days. well, at least not anything I'd like to, or you know, would want to accomplish, such as decorating, organizing, etc. nope, there are just way too many interruptions throughout the day to contend with for that to happen.
what this basically means is that my days are (for the most part) spent spinning in circles as I bounce from mess to mess, scrubbing Crisco off the kitchen floor (gee thanks, Finley!) sopping up water and soggy toilet paper in the bathroom, and vacuuming crushed up Cheerios off the rug because Rowan and Scarlett decided to compete in a Cheerio Off, a new Olympic sport that involves tossing handfuls of Cheerios on the floor and seeing who can crush them the fastest by stomping on them, to name a few. by then, hopefully I've cleared the breakfast dishes, and if I'm lucky, tossed in a load of laundry or two. before I know it, it's lunch time. add in some sort of appointment, or a trip to the grocery store or Target and BAM! it's time to start fixing dinner. after that it's homework, followed by baths, snack (heavens, can't forget that!) and shoot. now I'm supposed to blog? ha, forget it. I'd rather hit the sheets.
and so, what? aside from the day to day tasks, what did I accomplish? oh, you know. basically, zip. most likely, nada. and for sure, nothing. which is why my closet was recently declared a national disaster. I can't ever get to it. and this is how it goes, day after day, week after week, month after month, well you get the idea.
sometimes, instead of me going away for the weekend to get a break from this madhouse, I think it'd be nice if everyone else would go away, thus leaving me the entire house to myself. that way, maybe I could start tackling, perhaps even completing, a few of my own projects without being interrupted every other second. although chances are, I'd probably collapse in an exhausted heap on the floor and sleep the entire time, so yeah. maybe that isn't such a hot idea after all.
well, anyway. I'm thankful that at least one of us is getting stuff done around here! and furthermore, our house no longer looks like a barn is what I was trying to say before I got sidetracked.
is it Friday yet?