Because many of you asked how my weekend went (and thanks for all the supportive and hilarious comments on my last post), I’m happy to report that I successfully dug the table out from under the avalanche of stuff. Victory!
As I snapped the top photo, the boys leapt onto the sofa and smooshed the cushions I had just fluffed, but honestly, that didn’t bother me.
I put the freshly washed slipcovers back on the sofa. No ironing — just wash, dry, and slip them on.
I swept and vacuumed the floors, dusted, did the dishes, and cleaned the toilets. The house feels cleaner already.
I also hung a few things on the wall in my daughter’s newly painted bedroom (yay — the “swine” era is officially over).
Most of our Christmas shopping is finished, which is a huge relief.
Jack even got a holiday bath — he came out looking extra fluffy.
Deadlines really are our friends when it comes to getting things done.
After some thought, I decided not to put ornaments back on the lower half of the tree.
It was the right decision. Shortly after my previous post, Jack casually walked over, lifted his leg, and peed on our Christmas tree — with the whole family watching. You can’t make this stuff up.
I saw the whole thing happen, but I was too stunned to take a photo, and I certainly didn’t want to stage it for the camera.
In his defense, Jack claimed he was just happy we’d finally installed indoor plumbing for him.
WHA?
Well, in his mind it made perfect sense.
Moving on.