After I finished blogging last night, I headed straight to bed. I was asleep by 11:00. I was WIDE AWAKE two hours later, but only for maybe twenty minutes. I then returned to sleeping and stayed that way until around 11 a.m. Yes. Twelve hours of sleep. And, if I wouldn't have had to get up to take M2 to her basketball game, there is no telling how long I would have stayed in bed.
That cannot be normal.
M2 had a good game today and scored her first basket. VERY exciting. So much so, she came home and called M1, who is with her dad this weekend.
I spent the afternoon cleaning my kitchen. I have washed down the cupboards and the walls. What a mess. I have also cleaned my flat stove top. And, I have the countertop from my oven to my kitchen sink as clean as a whistle. I still need to clean the counter between the other side of the sink and my fridge, so I'm about 1/3 done with the countertop project. The kitchen table, refrigerator and floor remain. I realize I will be fighting an uphill battle to keep this room clean between now and when Hubs gets home, but at least I won't be starting from scratch with it in a few weeks when we are down to the wire.
The living room took a beating today thanks to M2 and her projects. Whatever happened to that little child who was a cleaning and organizing workhorse? I wish I knew. Now I have a Lego/Littlest Pet Shop city spanning a good 2/3 of the floor. I will have to do a quick once over of that room tomorrow as my first mother-in-law is likely bringing M1 home from her dad's tomorrow afternoon. Luckily, after the girls and I organized that room last month, there really is only normal pick-up and cleaning to do. The dining room table is coupon central right now so once I file those in my little carrier, I should have no problem finding that space clean again.
My bedroom is next on the list of areas to conquer. I'm pretty sure that's how the girls and I will spend our evening tomorrow. I want everything that belongs to them out. It's either going back to their room for them to deal with or it's going in the garbage or in a Goodwill donation box. Those are the only choices. Then, that should leave me with what belongs to me and/or Hubs. I can then start discerning what stays, what goes and where what is staying will be placed. Then, it's about dusting, cleaning, washing things down, etc. This house is just ridiculously dusty. Don't even get me started. My bathroom had a really good organizing/cleaning the other weekend so it's just a matter of normal cleaning in there from here on out.
I am still beside myself about this entire thing. However, now that the initial freak out is over, I'm trying to focus. I'm coming to the point in the crisis where I decide that I can't deal with what I wish were true (that my husband never deployed or that my children would actually do something helpful) and that I need to deal with what is (my husband is staying in this mess until he hits 20 years and my children will become super used to watching ZERO television if they don't help).
I've hit the point of no return. I will be immune to the children's whining. They will either do as they are told and help or that remote control is coming up missing. It starts tomorrow when we are all under one roof.
Speaking of tomorrow, I have to go to a kindergarten parent meeting for M3 tomorrow. How surreal is that? I have not even met this child and I'm already signing her up for school. I have no paperwork for her. She has no way of meeting "kindergarten readiness" by their deadlines as she won't even be in the country when those assessments are conducted. And, even when she does arrive in country, she will need time to adjust, bond and, frankly, learn some English. Yeah, we have our work cut out for us. And, I think better when things are clean and organized. So, we're taking care of all that before M3 steps foot in this house. As an extra bonus, we'll finish up a little early so that when Hubs steps foot in the house, it's clean and organized as well.
Anyone who doesn't want to be on board the Clean Team Train (and this includes YOU, Annie and Henry) are welcome to pack your crap and move on down the road. Nothing stopping you. In fact, I'd be happy to provide the bus fare.