Where the hell is that cleaning fairy???

My house is a wreck.  I mean, wow, it’s bad.  It looks like it’s been ransacked and I am not exaggerating.  Huge pile of dirty dishes.  HUGE HUGE pile of clean clothes that has multiplied and spread all over the living room (yall know how much I love doing laundry). Junk on the kitchen table.  Junk on the kitchen counters.  Junk on all the floors.  UGH!  I would DIE, like, fall over DEAD from embarrassment, if anyone popped in on me right now.  The problem is that I do not have any time.  Between school and work (that’s 7 days a week) and kids (the rest of my imaginary free time), I have no time to clean.  I don’t even cook anymore!  And if you know me, your mouth is hanging open in shock.  When I do have a free minute, I prefer to sleep.  My sleep bank account is majorly overdrawn.  The Sandman is hanging around me at all times waiting for my daily deposit of shut-eye.  And he overpowers me at the most inopportune times, like when I’m in class, to demand payment.  So, that being said… I overslept this morning.  I turned the alarm off in a half-sleeping stupor.  So I didn’t make it to clinical today.  My head is killing me but I’m going to clean house today.  I need some motivation, though. I mean, other than complete shame over the state of my living quarters.  My get-up-and-go got up and went a long time ago.  Ok, time to “get off this box”, as my mom says, and get started.  I’m taking Hurricane (who has been named The Princess because she loves pink, anything sparkly, and wearing dresses 24/7) to daycare then coming back and getting started.  Yes, I am.  If you are a friend of mine on Facebook and you haven’t heard from me in another day or two, send out the search party.  I might have been eaten by the mountain of laundry and the little munchkins that I imagine live in there lol.  Come on, you know they exist.  Why else would all of your socks (and undershirts) go missing in the wash?


This is sad…

Seriously folks, I need a JOB.  My house is spotless.  My laundry is all washed, folded, and put away.  The beds are made.  Even the toddler is clean.  Looking for something to do, I ended up ironing pillowcases.  I IRONED pillowcases.  I was folding my freshly washed sheets and noticed how wrinkly they were.  So I decided I would try ironing the pillowcases to see how they turned out.  Smooth and flat and I bet they sleep great.  But seriously… WHO DOES THAT?  If I had a big ironing board, instead of my little table-top one, I might have even ironed the sheets.  UGH!  I’m going to end up scrubbing the finish off of something if I’m not careful.  I need something to do.  Apparently, chasing a toddler all day isn’t enough.  I can’t sit at my sewing machine while she’s awake because she bugs me and gets into things.  I can’t concentrate and end up making mistakes.  And speaking of pillowcases, I decided to make Red a pillowcase to match her bedspread. One day, when I get her quilt finished, it will also match it.  Sorry for the poor pic, it was taken with my cell phone.


And this is the quilt that I will one day finish for her bed…

Kitty Quilt

Wow, I just noticed the date on that photo.  I finished the Kitty Quilt top almost two years ago.  It’s been neatly folded and in a box ever since.  I even bought a special black batting to use for this quilt.  Ok, that’s it.  The Kitty quilt WILL be my next project to finish.  No excuses!  I just have to get backing fabric for it.  And I’m sending that bad boy off for quilting.

Ok, I’m off to do some quilting on the Blues quilt as soon as Hurricane goes to bed…

Proud moments

No, I’m not talking about my children right now. I did something today to make MYSELF proud. I cleaned out the refrigerator. What’s the big deal, you say? Well, anyone who has ever cleaned out a refrigerator will tell you it’s no easy task. This is one of my least favorite chores, right above laundry. Thankfully, this task had been done fairly recently so there wasn’t much gunk to wipe out of it. The worst part was seeing all that food piled up on my counter waiting to be eaten by the garbage disposal. I am proud of myself for actually dumping the food from the containers. Normally, I would see something fuzzy growing in there and never even pop the lid. They would go straight in the trash, container and all. But times are tough folks. So I dumped each container down the disposal, rinsed them, and then actually hand washed them all. Yes, I’m quite proud of myself. However, I lose points because of all that food that was thrown out. We really need to make it a point to eat our left-overs instead of cooking something new every night.