Our home cleaning strategy

So we have a new strategy for keeping our house in shape-
 A steady stream of guests.

That is is- fear of embarrassment. Social Pressure.
 Because internal motivation sure isn't doing it.

So we have been making plans for every weekend and so far it has worked- AND we actually get to see people.

So we will see how this grand plan continues to carry out.

Along those same lines. I had a dream that a teacher from work was over at my house and she spilled a glass of water in my bathroom. So she took it upon herself to clean the ENTIRE bathroom. These things are called dreams for a reason right?

post planning

Post-Planning for teachers is always a whirl-wind. We have one day to complete 2 pages of checklists. Some of them are easy, like turn in all the nurses passes and tardy slips. Some are more complicated like, take all the old papers out of the permanent records, record all the grades for the year in the records, put 3 different stickers in the record, put a report card in the record, put the days present and the days absent in the record, then put ALL the records in ABC order. Then we have to organize all the data for the year and box it up. Turn in my keys, that don't exist. Laugh when maintenance puts a sign up that says "closed for maitence" across the 3rd grade girls bathroom.  You would think if it is written on their shirts, they could spell it right. I wish I had taken a picture. Have all items off my desk and my floor and put away so they can clean my room.

Then I realize how disgusting my room is. When all the desks are moved out, the floor is AWFUL. It is clear that a year with a not-so-great janitor reeks HAVOC on the floor. I have had 4 years of moving out and NEVER has it looked so rough. I swept up and I hope that they can get all the marks off the floor. In all fairness, the janitor that preceded the current one was fantastic, like over the top, beyond the call of duty, fantastic.

Well, it is confirmed. The little man indeed has hand, foot and mouth disease. Thankfully, he only has the hand and foot element. The blisters on his hands and feet look awful. I had to put band-aids on his little fingers because he sucks on his fingers at night and I was afraid the blisters would burst. I put them on his fingers, and little man spent about 30 minutes trying to pull them off. He sat there and flexed his little hands over and over trying to get them off. He would look at them, then at me with the saddest look. Poor guy. I hope they will last the night.

There has been a death ;)

So... the TV remote is missing.

It is really easy to notice how LOUD the kid next door is when he plays basketball, when you can't operate the TV. Oh, I could operate it. I would have to sit on the floor, use the unmarked buttons on the box, and switch channels one by one. Not really worth my effort.

Not that I am lazy, well, I take that back. I can be incredibly lazy when the time calls for it. TV is not that important right now. Or not important enough to get up and go through all that. Especially after I have swept the kitchen and front room. Then I mini-vaccumed the junk that just doesn't go in the dust pan, and any big blobs of hair that magically appear. The I dry swiffered to get all the things I can't see. And let me tell you, there is a LOT of crap on that floor that the swiffer gets. It makes me go "ewwwww" every time I have  throw away the "dust cloth." THEN I bust out the steam mom- BEST THING EVER! I steam mopped the rooms. Except for the explosion.

I was almost done with the second half of the kitchen, and there was this big CRASH and bang and POOF! Somehow the 5 pound bag of flour in the cabinet gained the skill of mobility and decided this is not the kind of life it wanted to live. It flung its newly opened self onto my still wet kitchen floor, and promptly exploded. On the wet floor, on the clean counters, ON MY NERVES!

Despite my pregger hormones, I did not cry. I went and cleaned it up like a big girl. What I can't understand is why it decided it needed to take out the pitcher that goes to our tea maker. Was it a murder suicide? Was it a well planned double suicide? I don't know, but what I do know is that my husband is going to be sad when I tell him we can't make tea for a while. I don't like sweet tea, or really any other tea for that matter, so it is no skin off my back. You will not see me running out to Wally World to purchase another one any time soon. That is the lazy-ness talking right there. See I told you I could be lazy when the time was right.

Ok so I am off to those other things I need to do... Like grading papers.