First things first, Chester underwent emergency surgery! It was a bit traumatic at the time, but I am so glad we did it. We were concerned that he was going to actually explode given how full he had gotten the past few months so we called the professionals.
The surgeon removed the following from Chester's abdomen:
- a freezer meal
- four packages of fish
- two frozen pizzas
- a package of tortilla wraps
- a loaf of bread
- an unidentified scary looking feather covered item (I believe my husband actually killed the poor creature at some past date)
- a partridge in a pear tree
And there is plenty more food in there too! But this recent extraction gives me hope that I may get to the bottom of that freezer yet!
So I broke down and ironed again the other day. It wasn't pretty and I damaged the kitchen table, again, but I did in fact iron a shirt! Now in the name of all that is impure and horrible and wrong in this painful and broken, world, ironing, is the worst. I curse you, Irma the Iron. Ironing is without a doubt the worst task EVER.
This most recent ironing ambition was done in order to allow my son to have his school pictures in a wrinkle free shirt and to keep my husband happy because he hates wrinkled clothes. I honestly don't mind them, I feel like wrinkled clothes are a way of making a statement to others something to the affect of, "I have better things to do with my time than remove wrinkles from my clothes for your benefit because honestly I don't give a flying "f" if my clothes are wrinkled. The end." However, I extended grace and compassion to the situation at hand as I knew our son was going to be photographed and the wrinkles captured forever in time via the infamous school picture if I didn't take swift sure action. I knew I had to iron to avoid an outraged husband in a couple weeks when the pictures come in. UGH. What a start to my day. I ironed.
Oh and then I wanted to quickly share my new housecleaning routine with you because you may find it helpful. First of all, I have never had a routine pretty much for anything. I guess I am not really a routine kind of person. I know people say, "kids do best with routine". And maybe they do, but my kids did just fine without one too. We are adaptive! My lack of routine goes hand and hand with my lack of order and organization skills. SIGH. However, this is one routine that is working for me despite my lack of ability to do anything remotely structured. So if you find yourself failing miserably as a housekeeper, or feeling like the worst housewife ever, it might be worth a shot. I mean if you are feeling that way, can things really get any worse?! And I am actually the worst housekeeper ever so don't worry, that position is FILLED by yours truly. So here is the secret to mediocre housekeeping....I play 1989 by T Swift every morning as soon as the kids are out the door and I force myself to shake it off and clean until the entire album is done roughly 46 minutes. So far the results are, in a word, amazing. I have been vacuuming at least weekly. I dusted the entire house last week (and I don't believe in dusting, but my husband does so it made him happy). I cleaned and organized our closet and the pantry too. The bathrooms have been cleaned as well and I even scrubbed the toilets! Seriously, I am becoming a regular old Martha Stewart! The music makes it fun and I suppose you could substitute in whatever music you wanted for the occasion! However, as for me and my family, we will stick with TayTay.
**side note: I fear I may be turning into an old lady, as I find myself often annoyed with modern conveniences such as online banking and e-readers.
PS If you hadn't already guessed it, I was the surgeon in this story just call me Vern M.D. from now on!