An Easily Distracted Housewife

The house desperately needs thorough cleaning after two days and one night with five very energetic grandsons. They begged to stay another night, but we had things to do (like our very energetic grandsons not spending another night). And, besides, I was EXHAUSTED.

After running a couple of errands and stopping at Lowe's for supplies for David's latest home improvement project, we headed back home.

I ate leftover pizza for brunch to fortify myself and got ready for the rest of the day. I can't do anything on an empty stomach, now can I?

I decided I needed a little more energy, so I ate a nuts & chocolate mix. Healthy snacking (or not-so-healthy) is okay, right?

I stripped the sheets from the boys' beds.

After putting the sheets in the washer, I took the clean towels that I'd left in the dryer and folded and put them away.

I intended to put the spare pillows away but decided I needed to empty the trash in the guest bathroom. I noticed my cabinet of paper towels and toilet paper was nearly empty, so I fetched some from the stash in the storm shelter and replenished it. Next, I saw that the tissue boxes were almost gone and went to get some when I decided it was getting warm, so I opened the doors and windows for a breeze. After a few minutes, I got a clue it was too warm going by the sweat pooling in my bra. I closed them back up and set the A/C to arctic blast.

The floors looked like a wild party had been held. No party took place, but I did play several interesting hands of cards with our grandsons.

After feeding the boys a snack of cheese and crackers, our dining room looked like a cracker factory had exploded.

I started to get the broom but got sidetracked lighting candles throughout the house to get rid of the boy funk.

David interrupted my not-too-eager-to-clean self by dragging me to Lowe's to buy new trim for the garage door leading to the yard that no one but he ever uses.

We returned from Lowe's, and I resumed my lackluster efforts by putting the sheets in the dryer.

I realized I'd left the candles burning while we were gone. It's a good thing they're in big glass jars and in spots where they can't do any harm. Brain farts are real, y'all.

I finally remembered the tissues and retrieved a few boxes from the safe room.

After putting the tissues away, I remembered I hadn't made the bed in the guest bedroom. I noticed the rugs in the guest bath needed washing.

I stuffed the whole wad into the washer (so there NRE) and decided I needed another snack (no cracks). Cookies & milk sounded good.

I headed back to the guest room to finish making the bed and put the extra blankets & pillows away.

After I'd made the bed, I realized I'd forgotten to put the blanket on first. Oh, well. It'll keep until we have company again.

On the way back to the living room, I spied the deflated blow-up bed in my office that needed to be stored away.

Dragging it into the living room was my way of telling David to put the dang thang away.

I finished everything on my list except for vacuuming, sweeping, and mopping the rest of the house. But first, I sat down for a brief rest and decided to balance my checkbook.

I brought in the bathroom rug that I had hung outside to dry thanks to the grandsons using MY bathtub as a splash pad/swimming pool. On the upside, after they finished their baths, they were clean, and so was my floor.

It was getting late in the afternoon. I wondered if I could sneak in a nap without David finding out? He'd better not tease me about getting old. He should talk. He's older than me, and if he ever mentions I'm getting older, I'll hit him with my cane (when I get one, that is)

I cleaned the dining room table of all the crumbs, sticky pop residue, etc. Next came the cracker-strewn floor.

I started to put out my fall decorations but saw that the plastic trash bin next to my chair needed emptied.

I finally got the fall decorations out of the garage. Most of the leaves on the garlands were, after years of use, falling off their stems. Rather than throwing them out, I scattered the single leaves in various places for a freshly-fallen look. (That's my story and I'm sticking to it.)

The heck with this house cleaning business; I think I'll call it a day.