I be coming to you from my trashed, trashed home. I'm on my third load of laundry and... haven't gotten to the hampers yet... as in, I have dug them out, but haven't washed the clothes that actually stayed in the hamper and did not vomit forth onto the bathroom floor or hallway. My kitchen is disgusting. My kids are still in jammies. My guest bathroom smells a bit like a gas station bathroom. I more or less took last week off and it was TERRIFIC. But like any job/career/occupation... my inbox has heaped itself, ceiling bound. I've been working all morning, I swear... but no stranger could tell, that's for sure.
Monday brings a day I usually look forward to, but actually do nothing with. Tuesday is trash day and I always think, "THIS IS IT! I'm cleaning EVERYTHING out. EVERYTHING must go." By the time I get to The Great Overhaul, I am usually too pooped, or forget all together... leaving only the things that were thrown out over the week to actually make it down the hill in the trashcan. I have a curious problem this week, one I keep consciously reminding myself to not bitch about. I can't find anything in my fridge or pantry, nothing fits, nothing is empty enough to throw out. All blessings, really. Last week I honestly wondered how the hell I was going to afford anything for Thanksgiving, this week I bitch I have too much... fickle much? This week seems to be the perfect week to start Once-A-Month cooking with the 200 pounds of turkey I have left over. I looked at the Hubs last night and said, "I'm not eating one more bite of this turkey until it turns into something else." ...I'm thinking "cassoulet".
Today was kind of a sad day. Back to regular ol' life. Schoolin'. Cleanin'. Deep breathin'... as I am alone with these heathen children again. It was so fun last week having the Hubs off and the family in. But it all did give me a fresh perspective and enough rest to take it all back up again.
The countdown to Christmas begins!