Every January when I was a kid my Dad got sick. It was an annual rite. Dad is a retired officer and it was the only time I ever saw him shuffle around the house. I mean, usually he was ripping off my covers at 8 am on a Saturday to get crackin. So I didn’t mind the cold bugs one bit.
Watching pregnant Shar get cuddly today with her pillow reminded me of those Januarys past. (It’s not Januaries is it?) The holidays are through, the sky is gray, it’s colder than a witch’s you know what… who has energy? Apparently, me, according to Shar. I guess as a grownup now I rip my own covers off. Thanks a lot Dad!
For the past week, we’ve been nesting a bit. With the schedule toned down, we’ve actually got the house in decent working order. All that is except for the kids’ playroom, before today. So this was my big day to tackle the mess, get rid of some old stuff, rearrange, organize, sort, toss, etc. Spent most of the day on it. It’s appalling how much stuff our kids have accumulated in such a short amount of time. I think our household literally contains more toys than the church nursery.
I asked them what they could part with while cleaning. No answers came forth, of course. So I think I’ll just have to surreptitously remove some things while no one is looking.
Not that I finished it, but Kaylyn, ever Miss Manners, thanked me profusely for cleaning up the playroom. She and Christian both made minor contributions to the job, too. Not that their work compensated for the extra time I spent analyzing newly rediscovered toys with them. Didn’t exactly help me get the job done, but hey, that’s the point of a playroom, right?
January 20, 2008 at 12:11 am |
I often get “help” organizing our toys. Which usually degenerates into playing with whichever one was in the back of the shelf or at the bottom of the basket. And often it’s messier AFTER I straighten, which is just hair-pulling annoying.