I’ve had many good ideas for writing and such, but I just never get around to it on this little blog of mine. Right now, I am sitting in the kitchen and the timer for my lemon poppy seed muffins has just gone off. I have a lengthy list of things to do, and I hope that all of these things will be achieved within the week (before Saturday at 4AM). Most of this list consists of cleaning my family’s home as you will see here:
- clean out my room - clean out ugly, old clothes that do not fit or which I will never wear again, remove them from dresser and closet, then give them to the Salvation Army. Replace the drawers with my clothes (that I do wear) and Katie’s clothes. Throw away or eBay all of the junk in the room, organize everything as to allow the exemption of claustrophobia when entering.
- help Amanda clean out Aunt Denise’s room (!) and trading the beds.
- become employed.
- pick up the children from school everyday.
- prepare dinner, and keep the kitchen tidy.
- fold the three baskets of laundry in the living room.
- find ginger flavored hard candies to help reduce my motion sickness on the airplane.
- run every day.
- organize the DVDs and VHSs.
- clean bathroom because it has gotten disgusting.
- eventually gut the entire house out.
As you can see, basically all of these things are simply “maid” tasks. Something which, I believe, I will be able to handle; however, last night, with an excessive amount of excitement for a cleaned out closet, Aunt Denise found herself trapped in said closet, and required a rescuer to pry the damned thing open. The house is, simply, a wreck. I would much rather we call TLC’s “Clean Sweep” crew to come in and take over.
There is nothing better than a fresh baked lemon poppy seed muffin, depending on your taste preference, I suppose. Especially after applying for a position at three separate Target locations, putting away clean dishes and awaiting the custodial tasks ahead. Though, I fear my efforts will be in vain. Saturday morning at 4:00, I will be off with the Ulisse family to Colorado Springs, Colorado, where I will be visiting for a week’s time. I fear that, upon my return to the 703, I will be greeted with the same mess that lay before me now. We shall see.
I am very glad to be home. Yes, the clusteredness of this house does make me want to drown myself in the pool at times, but it is very fun to be with my brothers and sister once again. The gas in my car evaporated into pollution, on the way to pick them up from school is well worth their silly company. My efforts in cooking dinner and cleaning the kitchen are well worth the relieved sigh that escapes my mother’s lips when she arrives home, and as for my dad, I don’t have anything artsy to say about him, but I’m glad to see him too.
It has been a hectic week here in Manassas, VA, and there are eight more weeks of it to come. It is my last summer at home, my last days in the room I grew up in and not having to worry about the power bills and scavenging for food, the last weeks living with my parents and siblings, and I intend to make the most out of them.