yep, sure was restful! I woke with a bee in my bonnet and proceeded to direct the troops. You know the troops I'm talking about, the ones who game or computer or tv or snooze in their chair all day...those troops.
I was tired of waiting on Someone Who Does Not Work to get it done! I thought they might learn by example. I heard an expression used the other night related to hoarding...can't remember the expression but it was the inability to see the mess. Both males in my home are suffering from this horrible malady...just can't see it. Boy, oh, boy, I'm not blind just only so much of me to go around!
Yep, I'm not blind and I found out today, they are not deaf! They heard, they listened, they worked as they wondered, I'm sure, who took the gentle Gail and replaced her with a slave driver.
They both had this shocked expression when I declared, "We are not living like pigs, anymore." I proceeded with small lines; you drop it, you pick it up, you spill it, you clean it up. They stood like zombies with a full belly...with a terrible blank look on their face.
We, now, have almost all the laundry done...except they have to put theirs away. Took one truck load...a bed, a table, a big box and an antique baby chicken warmer, to the shop. While we were out, we did grocery shopping, with every one's input...and every one unloading and putting away.
Hubbs was so scared (right!) he was hauling things out of the yard to the bone yard where they belong. Andrew wasn't near as scared but he hasn't lived with me as long.
I have a box full of socks and shorts no one wears that will be a fine free gift to some one who has none. I have a full trash can, a broken sewing machine needle and a hurt back but, by golly, they listened and they worked.
The sad thing is, I kinda like this so I'm not through with them yet! As Mom used to say, Things are gonna change around here!
I grew tired of waiting for someone to fix the window sill in the bathroom...that is now sitting with it's second coat of paint after being scrapped, caulked and dried...that was my job, I gave up on every one else.
I may, just maybe, if they're nice, give them the rest of the afternoon off. Don't want to shock their systems too badly.
Post note: 6PM Sunday...Hubb's napping, Andrew's playing guitar, fresh stir fry on the stove and I am hitting my soft chair. We have earned our rest.