Okay, so this is a totally lame thing to write about, but it's late and I'm on a quick break--from cleaning. I just did some clean-up in my laundry room, a toad of a space. It really is something you have to see to believe. Only someone like me, who never had her own washer and dryer before buying this house, could appreciate that room. Anyway, I did what I could to organize it (with no garage and it being the like 5% of our house that isn't finished, it tends to be somewhat of a catch-all) and cleaned it up as best I could.
Next, I am going to tackle the playroom. I'm not going to organize all the toys into their proper bins because my nieces and nephews are coming over tomorrow and I am not crazy. But, I really do need to find the floor so that children can actually play in there. It was looking pretty good until Friday when there was no school and I babysat a couple of extra kids. It's totally getting late now--almost one in the morning--but this is my favorite time to tackle the play room. Michael thinks it's so strange.
What can I say? I have kind of a rhythm with cleaning times. Mornings are the best for straightening my kids' rooms. That probably has something to do with changing their sheets or smoothing their covers after they make their beds. I like to use nap time to get my main level back together nice and neat. There's something about all the bright midday sun coming in all my windows in the living room and kitchen while I clean up in the middle of the day. I enjoy that. It seems almost wasteful to spent those good hours doing duties in the basement. But late at night, long after I'd usually go to bed, I love to dig into that playroom. I like to take the portable DVD player in there and listen to a good sing-along movie like Mary Poppins (if only I could play "Tidy up the nursery" like she does!) or The Sound of Music. Sometimes I'll choose another favorite like, An Ideal Husband, though; it depends on my mood. I love the feeling when it's all done and the room looks so inviting for my children, but I know it will stay clean for several more hours until they awaken. And then when they go in there they act like it's Christmas morning. "Mom! You cleaned the playroom!" "Wow! I've been looking for this..." Sometimes there's even a "You cleaned the playroom? Thanks, Mom," in there. Maybe I like to do it at night, in part, because it glides my children's dispositions into a sunny place immediately the next morning. That's totally worth some precious sleep.