August 7, 2008
oh, Thursday, you exasperate me
Just kickin’ back with his half-caf soy latte, discussing the merits of the new Coldplay album and Heath Ledger’s chances at an Oscar.
(It’s not actually coffee, it’s chocolate milk. But he wanted to pretend it was coffee, so we did. Either way, we were both all hepped up afterwards. Thank god.)
Today was possibly even more random than yesterday. (I know, you didn’t think that was possible, did you? and yet here I am to say that yes it was! even MORE random.) I woke up this morning with eleventy million things to do and all the time in the world to do them and then realized that OH MY GOD IT’S THURSDAY MY PARENTS WILL BE HERE AT 3:30!
Hey, guess who forgot to clean the bathrooms yesterday? I blame the coffee.
My parents are here for a week, to bond with their grandchildren while Wade and I go nowhere in particular for a few days. I ran around like a chicken with a job on the internet and her head cut off, trying to work AND clean house at the same time, which was SO MUCH FUN you all, you really should try it some time. You know, mop the bathroom, check email, start laundry, check email, unload the dishwasher, check email, repeat repeat repeat. And then realize that you haven’t seen the spare towels in days. Check email. Swear. Drink more coffee.
Thank god for coffee.
Fortunately, Spongebob Squarepants was available to babysit this morning, which really facilitated my running in circles working and cleaning because it at least kept the kids out of my way. And I’m fairly sure that they learned something useful because there’s always something useful on PBS. Wait, Spongebob isn’t on PBS? Damn.
The best BEST moment was this: Henry wanted a quesadilla for lunch, and since I am all about giving him ANYTHING new and fun to eat, I zipped into the kitchen and pulled out a frying pan and tossed it on the stovetop and stepped in something wet on the floor.
Eeew.
I assumed that in my hasty dishwashing I had slopped water out of the sink and onto the tile, which still seemed a little bit incredible since the sink is NOT right next to the stove, but whatever. And then I realized that I was actually standing in a POOL of something. And also that my kitchen really REALLY smelled like Windex.
Do you know why? Because the Windex I bought at the grocery earlier this morning and tossed willy nilly on the counter was LEAKING ALL OVER THE FLOOR. Somehow the top had come unscrewed and the bottle, which was laying on its side in the grocery bag, was very slowly draining itself down the front of the wine fridge.
Awesome.
(Second best moment of the day: realizing AS MY PARENTS WERE UNPACKING that I completely forgot to dust the guest room. Which hadn’t been dusted in, well, a while. Like maybe since the LAST time my parents were here. Nice!)
In other news, while I am clearly not very good at planning, I sometimes write about people who are! Like over here, at Gather! So I’ve got that going for me.
And now if you’ll excuse me I have to go do the other eleventy million things I was planning to do before I flooded my kitchen with Windex.
Posted by Susan @ 8:52 pm • everyday life
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August 7th, 2008 at 9:29 pm, Crisanne Says:
“ran around like a chicken with a job on the internet and her head cut off”
I love that line! Made me laugh out loud. Really. I’m willing to bet your parents don’t care about the dust. Otherwise, sneak in there tomorrow when they’re playing with the kids in the playroom and dust.
August 7th, 2008 at 9:34 pm, Kim Says:
This some how makes me worship you even more than I already do.
August 7th, 2008 at 9:46 pm, suburbancorrespondent Says:
Well, at least your kitchen floor is clean (and streak-free!).
August 8th, 2008 at 6:48 am, Shan Says:
You need parents like mine, who, if they even noticed the dust–which is HIGHLY unlikely–would not care one iota. I did not learn my high housekeeping standards from my mother, in other words. Which is nice when they come to visit and I haven’t had time to clean in preparation for their arrival.
August 8th, 2008 at 7:39 am, Susan Raihala Says:
At least your parents didn’t step in the windex. The last time I stepped in something unpleasant in my kitchen it was dog barf, so hey, it could have been ickier. That doesn’t help much, does it?
August 8th, 2008 at 11:15 am, Stephanie Says:
I sympathize…my husband’s grandmother is visiting and I broke my ankle on Friday, just for kicks. So my house is also not as clean as it should be. Only, grandma notices and insists on doing the cleaning for me….walking through the house, pointing out all my cleaning foibles.
And I’m sitting here, ankle propped up saying, yeah? I have a one year old, a new job and a broken ankle, something had to go.
August 8th, 2008 at 11:37 am, crockpot lady Says:
this will either be helpful, or annoying.
I like to mop my floor with windex. It cuts through any and all grease and leaves a phenomenal shine.
and the absolute best part is that the smell of Windex means clean.
to me.
I love windex.
I kind of want to hop a plane to come smell your house now.
August 8th, 2008 at 2:26 pm, ali Says:
well, at least it was a cleaning product dripping on your floor, and not something like, erm, pee, which has been known to drip on my kitchen floor before. (ew)
August 8th, 2008 at 3:16 pm, schmutzie Says:
You are being featured on Five Star Friday:
http://www.fivestarfriday.com/2008/08/five-star-friday-edition-18.html
August 9th, 2008 at 6:19 am, mimbles Says:
You have a wine fridge? *wants one too*
I don’t clean my house when my mum is coming over because when my mum comes over she cleans my house. Well, bits of it anyway
She’s particularly good at getting the kids to tidy their rooms. And at unpacking my dishwasher and hiding things in strange places.
She also lives only 5 minutes away and comes over about twice a week and helps with the kids’ homework.
When I read “and stepped in something wet on the floor” I had visions of a plumbing disaster of some kind being inflicted on you. A windexed floor seems positively benign in comparison!
August 9th, 2008 at 8:35 am, All Adither Says:
How was Spongebob watching your kids when he was busy watching mine??
Just kidding. It was actually Diego. He and Dora make a damn fine team. She handles the potty breaks and he does the roughhousing.
August 9th, 2008 at 2:21 pm, Sue Says:
Ha! Spongebob babysits for me too! And I am also coveting your wine fridge. Although if I had a fridge full of wine, I’d probably just keep drinking it all! Good luck on your trip prep and now you have the grandparents, so you won’t need Spongebob.