Graaaaaaah.
Today's projects: the dishes, which I'd been neglecting; the bathroom, which badly needed the tub and the floor scrubbed; and (dum dum DUM)
melovechocolate's bedroom.
Dishes took 15 minutes. (Plus a couple of things that wouldn't fit in the dish drainer so I'll have to do them when everything else is dry.)
Bathroom? Half an hour, including scrubbing away cat litter that had gotten stuck to the floor 'cause it got wet.
Her bedroom? OMG.
Been doing it in Flylady 15-minute chunks. Started by hauling out all the clothes on the floor. Then it went to "throwing away trash" and "unpacking boxes that she has not touched since the move."
Guess what? All of the boxes except for one Rubbermaid tote are EMPTY now. And broken down and out of her room. Well, okay, except for the giant box of stuffies, but can't unpack that until we assemble one of the wire shelving things to PUT them on, and we couldn't do THAT until all the OTHER boxes were out of there so there'd be room to drag THAT box somewhere else.
Admittedly, her dresser top is a disaster, but it's a much SMALLER disaster than the giant cluster of boxes.
I also found the green Jansport backpack that started out as
tikvah's, in the box of her stuff that I packed from the front hall. So I didn't really need to buy her the Dickies backpack with the multicolored emo stars. She may yet wind up using the green one if the Dickies one is too small.
I may yet get her room to being livable today. Wouldn't that be something?
The number of PROGRESS REPORTS I found in among her stuff -- that she supposedly "lost" last year -- is also not to be believed. I am instituting a Daily Bag Check when school starts. I don't CARE what she thinks about her privacy. Clearly she is not to be trusted.
Also? If she EVER tries to borrow a pair of socks from me again? I WILL LAUGH. I found SO many socks in there. I'll borrow socks from HER, how about it?
Yes, her room here is smaller than her room at the old house was. But you know what? It's NOT impossible to unpack it. And it WON'T be impossible to move in it once her laundry is put away.
If I get any more EEEEEEEEEEMO from her about it, I will lose my sense of humor entirely.
Today's projects: the dishes, which I'd been neglecting; the bathroom, which badly needed the tub and the floor scrubbed; and (dum dum DUM)
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Dishes took 15 minutes. (Plus a couple of things that wouldn't fit in the dish drainer so I'll have to do them when everything else is dry.)
Bathroom? Half an hour, including scrubbing away cat litter that had gotten stuck to the floor 'cause it got wet.
Her bedroom? OMG.
Been doing it in Flylady 15-minute chunks. Started by hauling out all the clothes on the floor. Then it went to "throwing away trash" and "unpacking boxes that she has not touched since the move."
Guess what? All of the boxes except for one Rubbermaid tote are EMPTY now. And broken down and out of her room. Well, okay, except for the giant box of stuffies, but can't unpack that until we assemble one of the wire shelving things to PUT them on, and we couldn't do THAT until all the OTHER boxes were out of there so there'd be room to drag THAT box somewhere else.
Admittedly, her dresser top is a disaster, but it's a much SMALLER disaster than the giant cluster of boxes.
I also found the green Jansport backpack that started out as
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I may yet get her room to being livable today. Wouldn't that be something?
The number of PROGRESS REPORTS I found in among her stuff -- that she supposedly "lost" last year -- is also not to be believed. I am instituting a Daily Bag Check when school starts. I don't CARE what she thinks about her privacy. Clearly she is not to be trusted.
Also? If she EVER tries to borrow a pair of socks from me again? I WILL LAUGH. I found SO many socks in there. I'll borrow socks from HER, how about it?
Yes, her room here is smaller than her room at the old house was. But you know what? It's NOT impossible to unpack it. And it WON'T be impossible to move in it once her laundry is put away.
If I get any more EEEEEEEEEEMO from her about it, I will lose my sense of humor entirely.