ambitious or a glutton for punishment…

Remember when you were in school and you let that huge project go to the last minute because you were sure that you worked better underpressure? Or was it just me that did dumb stuff like that? Well, i’m back at it…

My girlfriend Bridget is coming with her two kids and her husband Paul in a couple weeks. It’s a BIG DEAL because Paul can never get away from work. He has never been up to visit us and Bridget last came when we were building our house. Tim and I have been busy making up for last years distractions with lots of landscaping projects, so the inside of the house has been off our radar. However, earlier this year I did get about half the basement set up for the kids to play and watch VHS movies. They love having their own space and I am happy to have the majority of the toys out of the livingroom.

So Friday I got to thinking that I really needed to get the otherside, “mom’s side” of the basement cleaned up so that I could let people go down there and maybe even have my kid sleep down there so Bridget and her family could take over Anna’s room. It took the entire weekend to get myself ready for it, but today I went down to clean the basement.

For my entire childhood I remember Aunt Collen’s answer to, “what are you doing this summer?” as “cleaning the basement.” Back then I wondered what the big thing was – I mean just clean it and then keep it clean – like duh –

Yea, like I so get it now — how do you clean something and keep it clean when you have four other people working against you at all times – it’s as futile as the laundry. But alas I am up for the challenge – or at least I was this morning when I sprung out of bed and began moving EVERTHING that was on my side of the basement into the garage. I saw it done this way on one of the cable show that mom watches all the time. Of course the show has a huge team of people doing the work and I have the occasional help of three children under six, but who’s keeping track?

Needless to say it was a long day and I have muscles all over the place that hurt. I was on my fourhundreth trip up the stairs tonight when I announced that this should be doing great things for my butt. Tim agreed until he remembered that he was supposed to say, “your butt was great before you started this.” Yea – thanks. So now I have Christmas re-organized and back down there and the rest of it has to be cleaned up by Thursday so that I can start cleaning the actual house. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s report when I hope to be able to open the garage door again… and no I’m not kidding, but I am still laughing for now 🙂 Ask me again when I have to pull an “all nighter” to get it done before they pull in the driveway…