Home Sunday night

At 11:00 am Tom came into the bedroom and asked if I could make him my special cheese omelet. I felt so tired, but I rolled out of bed. I was also trying to avoid the disaster of my house. Having been virtually on the road for 3 weeks between our DC NY trip and the beach, the house and laundry is overwhelming.

My first routine each morning is to flip a load of laundry. In our house we do at least two loads a day. It was more before we bought the front loader, which holds at least half again as much as a top loader. Without the agitator in the way, you can fit a lot more in each load. I call the boys upstairs, tearing them away from TV and ask them to help. They bring pant hangers and coat hangers. I show Trevor again how to properly hang pants. We get most of the balcony cleared of laundry needing to be put away.

I also clean up the garbage and the spilled cat food from last night. I had seen it going to bed, but at 1:30 am I opted to walk by the mess. I knew it would still be there the next day and it was. By the time I get the dishes going and the counters cleaned an hour has passed. I make Tom that omelet he has patiently been waiting for.

Trevor goes out to mow the lawn and Riley gets the mail. The mail stack takes two trips. It has not been picked up in a while. I spend time sorting through it and tossing. I love the tossing. Move it out of the house as quickly as possible, before it becomes more clutter. I can't figure out how people can keep that paper clutter hidden. I am barely down to a dull roar.

I worked in the yard a little weeding. I also found a box of garbage tucked around the side of the house. Out of sight out of mind. I finally dragged it to the cans out front to be disposed of this week. The cans are full though, since we weren't around last week to take them to the street on garbage day. We wont forget this week.

I have to figure out how to adjust my sprinklers. A couple of plants are being missed and suffering. Just tackling what I did today though feels like an accomplishment. I can tell that my energy since giving blood is sapped. I will need to spread out my donations a few more months.

Riley and Trevor play on the computer in the afternoon. We are out of bread so Tom gives Trevor money to go to Fred Meyer on his bike and buy bread to go with spaghetti dinner. I put bratwurst in the spaghetti which Tom loves and the boys hate. I give the boys the option of Alfredo sauce instead.

Now it is a lovely Sunday evening and I am going to bed early so I can get up early and tackle more of this mess in the house. I am about ready to just start tossing these half made model sets just to have them gone. Maybe I will ban the boys from computer use until the models are finished. That sounds like a plan.