
I wondered to myself, "Gee, self, I wonder if the whole house is still a mess?

I started cleaning at precisely 1:04pm.


Baby's room. Started at 1:51 after making and eating lunch (tuna noodle casserole).


Aaaaargh. The computer room. I've been avoiding this one for some time. It's full of things like papers and boxes and office-y stuff and documents and cords and wires. And shoes. And droopy-diapered three-year-olds. Without pants.

It's 2:38pm.




Or this one :-)




It's worse than it looks.





The children were outside playing.




Laundry Room/Mud Room.


The clothes are from several boxes that were given to us for the little boys; which I was sorting, and left overnight.
The books are from seven boxes of books I had sent to myself from Australia, and which had all arrived at once.
Started at 9:48pm.


There are still another bedroom, two bathrooms and the sunroom/schoolroom uncleaned.
First though, Mt Laundry needs folded.
Daddy had come home sometime after 9pm, put all the kiddos to bed, and helped me with Mt Laundry.

With four rooms yet to touch, I give up. It's not going to happen today.
Is it possible to clean this house in one day?
Betcha I'll get plenty more chances to try.
3 comments:
hehehehehehehehehehehehehehee!!
I enjoyed that, Moey. Can't you just fly over here and wave your magic wand at MY place?? :) I have just spent 6 hours doing ONE tax return and still have one to go....and the house is a mess. It's now 3:45 pm--do you think I'll get to it yet today? Thanks for your FUN blog!! :)
Are you TRYING to make me feel bad??? ROFLOL!
YOU ARE AWESOME!!!!!
I could do a post like that on my blog, but I would have to do one room per day which would take me...two weeks?
Good grief, Moey, GOOD JOB!
BTW there's no way Larry's seeing this post -- then he might know what I actually could achieve and that would just be BAD.
Wow!! I have to admit I have days like this too. Usually just before I know someone is coming over ;)
HOWEVER, my house is only HALF the size of yours so ... again... WOW!!
Seriously, well done, SuperMo. Love, Han
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