Janitorial

We had an unexpectedly good time cleaning the church building this morning. 

My job was to move the vacuum chord a little with my toe when I thought it was encroaching on Mark's path. 

Crucial.

Vital. 

Indispensable. 

Rage Clean

 I felt something pop in brain. 

I think it was acceptance/rage switch. 

It's been stuck on acceptance for quite some time.

I'm not mad at the results. 

Not pictured: a clean kitchen, mopped floors, spotless basement and pristine laundry room. 

It's been a day. 

Let's wrap this up

Ok, fine, I confess! 

We procrastinated the gingerbread houses this year. 

So we're doing it before all the Christmas decorations disappear. And just to make up for it, we're going OLD SCHOOL and finally making our own gingerbread dough. 

 

Mine: 

Megan's:

Laney's: 

Anna's:

Everly's (more is more):

Once the sprinkles were swept up and the countertop has been scraped with a razor blade...we settled down into gentler pursuits. 

Three puzzles in two days. 

The Christmas purge is near!

Bravery grows

I thought I'd dust the piano today....

Then I thought I'd lift the lid to see if any pencils had rolled back in there.

Then I thought I'd just take the vacuum and try to get a few of the dust bunnies out.

Then I ended up taking the whole dang thing apart.

And I finally got removed all the glitter out that Mathew spilled in there when he was 2.

Good riddance

As much as we love the magic...we need all of this OUT OF HERE.

It's got to go! I crave vacuum lines and clear surfaces!