So we’ve been on a cleaning frenzy around the house. The only rooms left untouched are the front office which doesn’t have a purpose or theme unless you count housing the boxes of Craig’s office paraphernalia that he hasn’t unpacked since we moved in July and my upstairs
junk craft room stacked with boxes and boxes of photographs that I meant to scrapbook when I was in my Creative Memories phase that lasted about six months.
Which was enough time for me to buy all the stuff that was going to make me a world-class scrapper and then decide that maybe it wasn’t for me.
Kinda’ the story of my life with every.single.hobby I’ve ever had.
Where was I? Oh, yeah, cleaning. ANYWAY, the boys were tasked with picking up the guest room which doubles as a play room when no one’s visiting and I thought it might motivate them to finish the job quicker if I offered an incentive and so I suggested that we’d go get haircuts when they finished and then spent the next four hours wondering why they didn’t move any faster.
We finally made it out of the house and to the mall by 1:30 (we are so on vacation schedule) where we were in and out of SportsClips with minimal crying and
Mom the boys decided we had enough time to browse Target for a little while so we enjoyed forty-five minutes in the toy aisle and forty-five seconds in any aisle that I wanted to see.
I didn’t buy anything fun except for a box of discounted generic winter cards for the
Christmas New Year’s President’s Day letters I haven’t sent yet and a cup of coffee at the Starbucks because my nerves were a little jangly after having said “No, you can’t buy that. You already spent your allowance three days into the month.” a thousand times. Then we came home and tidied up in preparation for the boys’ Bible study group that meets at our house every other week and why I pick up is beyond me because six seconds after they descend upon us, it’s flying Nerf bullets and swinging swords (you only think I’m kidding) and general mayhem and destruction while they get their wiggles out before sitting down to talk about Jesus and being kind one to another in between the poking, the punching, and generally beating the crap out of each other.
And a good time was had by all.
Have a nice day.