Octopus legs and sewing kit on the table.
See things can be worse than a messy table: two messy tables. I think I will choose the counter…
Maybe someone else in my family could clear the table, but The hubby is working on pirate party sounds and the kids… Well… I am not here to bitch about the kids, just the wacko house.
Bon appetit!
Why do milk drops appear everywhere. As I have said, I clean. I have wiped these stools down more times than I want to admit, but milk drops are everywhere. What forge kids do with their cereal milk while I sleep?
Gross! That is under the counter! If I just crawled around at this eye level, those milk drops would be everywhere. Argh
Still a little chaos. But I will get there. Must prioritize:
Look for Ruby’s new itouch
Wash, dry & fold Ruby’s three loads of laundry to ease the pain of not finding the itouch
Go buy a cool pirate chest
Admire the party art while eating leftover homemade bread and mango salad from the party.
Party bonus are the leftovers.
Fold the other three loads
Look for the itouch
Clean Ruby’s room to ease the pain of not finding the itouch
I do not have time to pack up all the glassware. I will just need to admire it one more day.
Fun has been had. Mess has been cleaned up and made. Here are a few shots of the house pre-pretty dress store/ mad men surprise birthday party. The pirate ship I was building in the dining room needed to be dismantled to use the pieces to make the dressing room.
These are remnants of the papier mâché dragon figure head on the counter.
Here are the 60s hors d’oeuvres 75 minutes later.
The belief that it will all come together remains strong. Maybe it is from my theatrical “the show must go on” attitude. I also know that if I focus for 15 minutes and clean those dishes, tidy to the counter, adding papers to the piles beside the counter, it will all be okay. I trust my friends will help put the beer on the fridge and the pickles on the plates when they arrive. They will not care if there is a half built balloon dragon in the stairway. Hey they got to leave their houses in whatever state it was to come mess up my house! Could have cleaned the house and kept it clean, but last night was a lot of fun. It was worth it!
To some my house is crazy. Sometimes it is clean, sometimes it’s an obstacle course. Sometimes it is so nuts I could scream. I do! I am learning to understand why it can be so nuts. Why it is all right to be this way. Believe me, anytime you call and ask what are you doing Ginette, the answer is “just cleaning.” I clean and pick up ALL THE TIME. I could blame the kids. Matthew, the husband. I could blame my friend’s kids or my friends when we are all drunk at 2am. I can blame me for letting everyone do crazy things in this house, including me. But crazy is fun, and I think crazy might be my zen. I am so tired trying to get everything”normal” yet I always choose wild and crazy.
I am starting my own Kid adventure party business. There are simpler ways to make a bit of money A bit is all i will make with this venture! I build big pirate ships and have cannon ball fights to blow away the minds of six year olds. I do think this is kinda normal. And fun.
My friend loves Mad Men and funky retro dresses, well lets throw her a party and build a dressing room and all the women can try on new dresses all night and let’s redesign the kitchen a la 60s. More chaos and cleaning todo Sunday morning, but we will have so much fun drinking Manhattans and martinis. Again that word fun.
Fun gets me in trouble. It has for as long as I can remember. The question I need to ask is: is the fun worth it?; and the answer I need to accept is: YES!
First post. I haven’t slept in three days, and restless for so many more. So many thoughts racing through my mind, with so many things going on in my l:
Here is where the perspective comes. Is your house a mess? well check out mine. Anytime you feel in the dumps about a mess, come to my blog. I will just post images and stories about the insanity of my life. I also do not want to be in the dumps myself about my messy house, but I also love to party, and build, and have coffee and watch movies and play LEGO.
I am not a hoarder, or a slob. I like clean. I really like clean. Living is messy. Living hard is messier. Cleanliness is a choice. A very good one. Right now for instance, I am finally starting this blog so I can sleep tonight, instead of emptying that damn dishwasher. Hey at least I cleared the dishes from lunchtime! I am choosing to write this and find a little quiet in my mind and leave those dishes till later
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