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In my last post, I told you that I would be busy for the next few days and that I would be back by week’s end. As you can see, this did not happen. As I was develping the new art history cirriculum for my kids, I realized that I should also cover the differtent types of paintings (i.e. portraits, landscapes, story telling, still life, modern) While I was pondering this, I thought it would be a great idea to have the kids try painting some of these catagories for themselves. Well, when I went to the art cabinet, I realized that the art supplies were in a dreadful mess. I had to clean up and organize the art supplies. So I started by taking everything out of the cabinet. I found for some reason, that some baking pans had ended up there. So, I took them to the back room where I store my pans (I inherited over 100 of them from and Aunt) It was then that I realized I had to reorganize the pans in the boxes to get the pans from the art cabinet in them. So down came the rubbermaid conainters. I took several of the pans out when I found that some were dirty and needed cleaning. So, I took them to the kitchen. As I started to put them on the counter, I remember that I had promised the husband that I would make him a special sugar-free pie. I take out the flour and crisco and the baking supplies to make the crust. So after flouring up the counter and putting the crust in the oven, I see that I am out of kitchen towels. So I head for the bathroom to gather up the towels to do a load. As I am sorting the laundry, I realize that we must be out of underwear because there is soooo much in the basket. Well, that load of laundry takes presidence over towels anyday. So, I head back to the laundry room only to discover, I can not get to the machine due to all of the pans being out. I dump the clothes on the floor when I hear a small voice from the bathroom, “Mommy, I pooped. I need help.” I head BACK to the bathroom and after helping it is then that I realize how dirty the toilet is. So, I run back to the kitchen and grab the cleaning bucket that holds all of my supplies. I clean it and as I am washing my hands, I see the sink is dirty. So I start to clean the bathroom. As I finish the sink I turn around to do the shower when I noticed the pile of clothes on the floor. Oh yeah, the underwear!!!! So, I head back to the back room. Oh, yeah, the pans. I figure there is no need to go through the hassle of putting the pans up when I would just have to take them down again and that ladder feels a little shaky to me anyhow. So I take the pans off the machine and put them on the floor. Boy, the floor sure could use a vaccumming. NO!!! NO vaccuming this week. Back to the clothes. I can not get close to the machine without leaning over stuff on my tippie toes. I get the underwear in and pour in the detergent, praying I am not adding too much. Ok, underwear down, now back to the kitchen to get the pans clean so I can put them all away. I get to the kitchen, with counters still covered in flour, and start to clean the pans when I realize the sink is really dirty. Now, where is the comet? Oh, yeah, bathroom. So, I head back to the bathroom to get the cleaning supplies and I almost trip over the pile of towels left on the flour. As I am putting those back into the dirty clothes basket, sniff……what is that burning smell??? Arg! I forgot the pie crust! I head back to the kitchen and get the crust out; a little more browned than I like, but still edible. I go to put it up on a cooling rack when I see the counter is till covered in flour from the making of the crust. I go to grab the cleaner… yep… it is still in the bathroom. I go back to the bathroom to grab the cleaner (that is when I decide the shower is really not that bad) and return to the kitchen to clean the counter. Ok, counter clean and pie is cooling on the rack. I go to scrub the sink but see it is full of dirty dishes. Where the blazes did those come from? Ok, into the dish washer…..which is full of clean dishes. So I put away half of the dishes when the phone rings. “Who am I going to vote for? Dude the election is over 8 months away. I am not sure what we are having for dinner!” Dinner! Crap, I forgot to defrost the chicken. Looks like cereal tonight! Thank you Toucan Sam. Back to putting the dirty dishes away. It is when I am done that I realized I hadn’t finished putting the clean ones away fully. Oh,well, I am sure whatever was clean could use a second cleaning anyway. Ok, sink cleaned, pans cleaned and drying. Trying to finish cleaning the kitchen when I hear one of the kids calling, “Mommy, I need some clean underwear!” Oh, yeah, I forgot to put them in the dryer. So, I go to the back room. The pans! I throw them back into the boxes and put back onto the shelves. Underwear in the dryer, tell whinning kid that in some countries they do not wear underwear so we are pretending to live like them. (Not sure which, but I am sure the country exists.) Head back to kitchen; not sure why but I am sure I am needed there. Notice empty pie crust; get the mixer out and make filling and put in the refrigerator. Who spilled the milk in here? Clean that out. Ok, the pans I had to clean in the first place, they get shoved into the art cabinet because I do not feel like getting the boxes down again….so that is why they were there in the first place. That is when I noticed all of the art stuff all over the floor. Oh, yeah, the art stuff. I desperatly need a cup of coffee about this time so I head back to the kitchen. So, I sit down to enjoy my cup of coffee when my husband comes in and demands to know why the dining room table and floor are covered in art supplies. The look I gave him made him think it might not be a good thing to have a wife who can unlock the gun safe and load a gun in 10 seconds flat and who has been told she is a good shot. And THIS is why it was longer than I expected before I was able to get back to updating my site, this is also why I am never in bed before And do not get me started on what happened when I started making out the new sceince cirriculm for the Weather. |
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