This weekend was different though. And I didn't even realize it was different until Sunday when I was like, damn, I have gotten shit DONE this weekend. So I feel the need to brag on myself since it will likely not happen again any time soon. So without further adieu, here's what I did this weekend:
Friday afternoon when I got home, I started cleaning up the patio which was a hot mess. This included sweeping mulch back into our flowerbeds (thank you, Georgia but it does not belong there) which led to me reraking the mulch AND pulling weeds in the beds. The mister got home, cooked dinner and then I went to the grocery store ALONE which was awesome. Oh and then I made creme brulee before going to bed, alternating reading my latest Grisham novel while waiting on timers.
Saturday is usually my "me" day. Or at least the morning is. I sleep late, do my thing in the morning then run errands in the afternoon. This Saturday was no exception. I read more of my book while NJ played in her room (God bless her late blooming imagination) only to be rudely interrupted by a knock on my door. People, do not come to my house on Saturday before noon because the likely hood that I am NOT wearing pants is high. I managed to grab my robe and open the door. Apparently my new insurance company likes to surprise you on the weekends and request pictures of the outside of your home. I said that was fine since I HAD NO PANTS ON and was not in a position to argue but then 3 seconds later, I was texting my agent (no doubt he rues the day he gave me his cell number) making sure this guy wasn't just casing my house for this next robbery. I was assured that he was not a criminal and yes, they do this to everyone. So I found pants but by then he was gone.
Since I had already been disturbed, I decided to clean since we were having people over that evening. Over the next two hours I managed to: clean Norah's room (with her help), clean the toilets, mirrors, sinks, and floors in both bathrooms, sweep the living room floor, and load the dishwasher.
I was so tired, I wanted to nap but we had a birthday party at 2 so we got dressed quickly and headed downtown. The party was super fun and I'm glad we powered through. When we got home, NJ napped while I washed a couple dishes. My house smelled so nice and we had lots of fun that night and ate yummy crawfish (more winning on my part).
Since I had already been disturbed, I decided to clean since we were having people over that evening. Over the next two hours I managed to: clean Norah's room (with her help), clean the toilets, mirrors, sinks, and floors in both bathrooms, sweep the living room floor, and load the dishwasher.
I was so tired, I wanted to nap but we had a birthday party at 2 so we got dressed quickly and headed downtown. The party was super fun and I'm glad we powered through. When we got home, NJ napped while I washed a couple dishes. My house smelled so nice and we had lots of fun that night and ate yummy crawfish (more winning on my part).
By Sunday, I was exhausted but managed to drag myself out of bed and make waffles for me and the girl (which she did not eat, of course) and then get us both dressed for church. After that, we hit up Kohl's because momma needs some skirts (holy hell, it's hot), then did our weekly fruit stand run and back home to eat lunch. I had told her we'd go to the park in the afternoon but it was so damn hot, I decided we'd push the park back to 5 or so and fill up her little pool in the backyard. While the pool water warmed up a bit, I put dinner together in a pot then stuck that in the stove and finished reading my book in the pool while she happily splashed around and showed me all her rad pool moves. After about an hour, she was done so we picked up outside and went inside for quiet time. She fell asleep about 5 seconds later so I folded the massive pile of laundry that has been haunting me for a week while dinner finished. Once it was done, I woke her up and we went to the park. FYI, it's still hot as Hades at 6pm. She had a blast for about an hour before it was time to go home and have dinner. She managed to con the mister into some outside play first to which he happily obliged. After dinner, we had baths, did more laundry, packed school and swimming lesson bags, and then collapsed in bed.
I cannot believe I got all that done. The pessimist in me keeps thinking of all the things I didn't get done (vacuuming, cleaning out the fridge, sweeping the kitchen, etc.) which I guess I could have gotten done if I hadn't read my book on Saturday or played in the pool with the girl on Sunday but my more optimistic side is quite happy that we found a good balance between chores, errands, and playtime! Go me!
I cannot believe I got all that done. The pessimist in me keeps thinking of all the things I didn't get done (vacuuming, cleaning out the fridge, sweeping the kitchen, etc.) which I guess I could have gotten done if I hadn't read my book on Saturday or played in the pool with the girl on Sunday but my more optimistic side is quite happy that we found a good balance between chores, errands, and playtime! Go me!
