Cleaning House

Cleaning house is such a bitter sweet thing. I love the result. Sometimes I even love the chores. It just depends on my mood. I have a pretty clean house. But for some reason I can't keep it clean. Oh, I clean bathrooms once a week usually. I vacuum several times a week. But the minute that floor is cleared of junk, more junk starts appearing. And its not just the girl's fault. Its all of us. I'd love to be one of those people who hangs up and puts away immediately. And sometimes I am. But most of the time things get piled up and thrown around. I can't stand it.
Right now on my floor in my own "grown up" bedroom I have:
a basket of clean clothes
a walmart bag full of garbage
clean and dirty clothes
tons of books beside my bed
dog leash laying in the middle of the floor
men's dress shoes
a clip board
various school supplies
barbie jeep with 2 barbies inside
one of my tennis shoes with a barbie inside
a computer mouse
a scrap of yarn
a pirate patch
dog chew toys
halloween candy
jar of peanut butter
2 things of body wash

Now yes, all of this is in my bedroom but you have to remember that we have a roommate. My family lives in the upstairs 2 bedrooms. My bedroom is like the living room. And before you call the "hoarder" tv show to come to my house I still have a lot of empty floor space.

This will all get cleaned up today but I can't promise you that 50 other things won't take their place tomorrow. Or tonight for that matter.

What does your house look like?

A List

I'm a little concerned that I'm reduced to making lists now. I was trying to put together a post about what happens to your mind when you move in with your parents but truthfully, I can't bring my thoughts together to form anything that you would understand. I'm not even sure if that sentence made sense or if your even still reading.

So, here is a list of what happens when I start losing my mind:

1. I can't form thoughts or sentences

B. I fight the urge to lapse into what I like to call the teenage throwback stage. You know what this is! It's when you get to your parent's house and revert back to a 14 year old who is lazy and leaves their crap everywhere. You (I?) lay around on the couch and watch MTV (not really MTV but definitely any reality tv that I don't ever usually watch, but once again, the teenage throwback stage...)

This time I have fought really, really hard. I have fought so hard that I have cleaned windows, blinds, baseboards, offered to cut the grass, and managed to pick up after myself. I have also made myself sick, apparently because my body doesn't know what to do. It must be in shock. Actually, I think it must be the pollen considering after I wiped down the patio furniture with homemade windex and a paper towel I went out 3 seconds later and the pollen (green gunk?) was slathered on so thick I thought Slimer had paid us a visit.

Moving right along....

3. You know you are losing your mind when the highlight of the stay so far is setting up my mom's Mexican foster children to watch Nacho Libre and silently and inwardly rejoicing when they laugh at all the right parts. Also when you are silently and inwardly disappointed that they didn't "get" some of the funniest parts. Ahhh, good times.

4. And there really isn't a 4th thing on my list, it just seemed like a shame to end with only 3. Any ideas for surviving this stay which may last 1-2 months? Did I mention that I have no spending money and no vehicle to call my own at the moment?

I feel the need to explain, because I can't remember if I have already or not, that my husband is working in Virginia and rooming with a gentleman who is being very generous while letting my husband stay for free in return for help around the house. (I only WISH I could see this.) In the meantime I am at my mom's with my girl and we are dealing with it. I miss him. But we met half way today to go to church together and eat lunch.

Tomorrow I will have up a prayer request to go along with these circumstances.

Did I mention I'm packing this week?

Some things I know:

Almost all of my shirts have small holes around my belly. Why, oh why do they do this?

My daughter has one heckuva imagination. Oh yes she does.

God is very faithful. Oh yes He is.

My husband has been hearing really freaky things in this house he's been staying in.

Really freaky things.

Wearing fleece lined crocs in 80 degree weather while you pack is NOT a good idea.

I am a child of the LIVING God. Love that.

I miss my husband, but shhhhh, I might be enjoying this time more than I should. (the toilet seat is always down!!!)

I have a lot of crap jammed into our 700 square feet of happiness. (Our nickname for our house.) Yeah, we are very sarcastic.

If my daughter will still claim me after this week, then I am very blessed.

If I will still claim myself after this week then I'm in good shape.

If I am even coherent after this week then, wow, that would be amayzin.

We have used an unusual amount of toilet paper this week. Weird.

I can't blame that on my husband anymore.

I have too many clothes. I am not even really a fan of most of them. I blame it on clearance racks. They suck me in and I can't walk away without at least one piece of mismatch.

There is a huge box that I know I would fit in. I have contemplated emptying the contents and climbing in. I have a sudden urge to get away from it all and suck my thumb. But that would require me to unpack a box.
hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah, yeah right.

I am trying to convince myself that when you move out of a house you don't really have to pull out the appliances and clean under them. I know. Shame on me. Don't tell my mother. Ok, go ahead and tell her. It will guarantee her arrival in the next 9.5 hours.

I've packed up all my food. Smart choice? What do you think? But do you think in your right mind I am going to unpack one single box of food just to eat? Your crazy.

Besides my girl and I are getting along just fine consuming large amounts of Easter candy.

We're just fine I tell ya.

Seriously

I'm packing this week.

Seriously.

Does anyone enjoy packing? I despise the idea of it. What is worse than figuring all your belongings into hand me down boxes and hoping they will hold up in transit? But then there's the unpacking. In my case I will be packing again in the future. I can't even stand the thought of it. Originally we were going to sell of everything we could before we left. But as I have been rummaging through my belongings I realized that I am thankful for them. I want them to be a part of our new beginning. They been through so much with us that I want them to share in the excitement of a little cabin on the edge of a hill.

Seriously.

Ok, I'm going too far. I'm tired. You see I've been packing this week. Our whole house by myself. With a 5 year old. A bored 5 year old. Oh, help me!

Ok, but seriously.

With each box I pack I am getting a little closer to the mountains of Virginia. It keeps me going. Especially when I just want to cry in the floor from exhaustion. It keeps me from cryin for my momma.

Mother, where are you? I need you to help me pack and clean. Your so good at it.

Just kidding.

My mom doesn't even read this blog. She doesn't even know I have a blog.

Back to the boxes. Except I ran out of boxes. Did I mention that I don't even have a car this week? Yeah, no boxes, no car.

Seriously.

Mommy?

Weird sense of smell

My daughter smells everything. I know its a phase, but still. I could probably follow her around with a camera and have you rolling for weeks.
Things she smells:
My hair
My skin
Her feet
Her hands (oh my gosh! nonstop)
Her clothes
Her socks
Daddy's clothes
Dog toys
My breath
Her breath
Daddy's breath
I seriously could go on and on.
She's 5. And relatively normal.
Please tell me she's going to outgrow this!?!

In other news: do you even care??
I want boots.
Comfortable boots.
I have money for boots. (a miracle)
I go to store to buy boots.
No boots. Ok, 1 pair of boots. Thats it. In the whole store. No boots in back room.
"Where are boots? Boots were here 6 days ago. I have money to buy boots. I have husband's blessing to spend money on boots."
"We ship boots to Maine."
"?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? No boots!"
"Its colder in Maine. They need boots."
"Huh?"
No boots for me today.