On Friday, Nina and I watched my friend Val’s adorable 8-month-old, Sean, for a few hours and then headed to Target for some vinegar and hydrogen peroxide and cheap spray bottles and a toilet brush and I can’t remember what else.
Gabe was out of town until after midnight, so as soon as the girls got home from school, we DOVE IN. (Actually, Nina and I started an hour or so earlier.)
They were so excited. (Nuts, I know.) We did the living room first (just like Tsh says). They spot-cleaned the couches. We dusted. Moved furniture. Cleaned out the game cupboard. Pared down my books. I’m getting rid of a TON.
Example: I loooove old books, but I have a new rule: I only keep them if they were published in the 1800’s.
Another example: I have a lot of Bible study books, “self-help” books, marriage/parenting books, books I’ve inherited. I have a new vision/purpose for the rest of my life here on this earth, and many of those books no longer fit who I am/where I’m going (I’ll explain more when I share our Family Purpose Statement.).
We washed walls and vacuumed and rearranged all the wooden animals Gabe’s mom brought us home from Africa, brought a couple globes into the living room (hint, hint re: our purpose). Whew. It doesn’t look a ton different, but I can tell.
Ate snacks for dinner (when Daddy’s away, we girlies snack and play).
Tackled the kitchen next. Cleaned out the fridge, ALL of the cupboards. Tossed a ton of stuff we will NEVER eat, my spice rack that I NEVER use, some random appliances, dishes, utensils. Whew.
Drove to McDonald’s at 9:30pm for 4 small caramel frappes. Came home and watched Blue Planet (ocean documentary) on Netflix and cuddled on the couch. Bed.
We did the downstairs half-bath first. Not too bad. Then we headed upstairs. Gulp.
We have lived in our house for almost 5 years. A record for us. DOUBLE the longest we’ve lived anywhere else (as a married couple). I can count on ONE HAND the times I have deep-cleaned the upstairs bathroom. It. Was. AWFUL. And I was paralyzed by fear and it just kept getting worse.
The girls and I attacked the floor and tub with vinegar and baby wipes and hydrogen peroxide and Q-tips and toothbrushes. We worked hard, took breaks, worked hard.
Honestly, there’s still a little work to be done. But I can’t tell you what a GIGANTIC burden has been lifted from my shoulders. I hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE to clean/scrub things. HATE it. Laundry I LOVE, but cleaning? UGH.
We also tackled all three bedrooms. The girls were amazing. Getting rid of crap left and right. Unreal.
We hadn’t really nailed down our purpose statement at that point, but we talked about what we want to spend the next 8-10 years doing and decided that a lot of our stuff was superfluous and would, in no way, help us achieve our dreams.
Gabe won a Pei Wei gift card on Twitter (I know!), so we dropped Livi off at a sleepover at 7pm and the rest of us ate some yummy Asian cuisine. As I scooped some food onto my plate, I felt a nasty pain in my neck. Pulled a muscle scrubbing the tub no doubt (see? nothing good can come of cleaning the bathroom!).
Sunday was a day of rest. And today I had lots to do. SO, the office, front entrance, basement, and garage await.
We have a pile a mile high in the basement of stuff we’re getting rid of. I promised Gabe NO MORE YARD SALES, so it’s all going to the thrift store.
Seriously. I feel so free.
What’s your story??