Got up early to help get the children ready to go to day care, then started back in on the toxic waste dump (computer room/radio shack) reclamation project. We had a gully-washer of a storm move through. Must have been an inch of rain in that one! In short order, I decided what I wanted to do with the remaining shelves in the 'puter room. A ham friend came over and cut them to size for me...and installed them on the wall in my new bedroom, after I took a quick trip to Lowe's to get needed hardware. My new room is quickly taking shape. When Robin's room is finished and she can be moved out of mine, I will have a bedroom/office/radio shack all in one nice space!
The order of the day is having to KEEP reminding myself, as I dig out things, that I am NOT merely cleaning. In the past, when cleaning, I would simply put things away--if I could find places for them. This time, I am attempting to de-clutter each space by at least 50% or more. I can accept that I will probably never be as organized as I'd like to be, but it would be nice not to drown in "schtuff" that has simply been allowed to accumulate.
I picked up the children from day care...then picked up a Papa Murphy's pizza for supper (largely because I can't find the kitchen right now...and don't have time to cook). Got the kiddos fed and ready for swimming lessons. Both are doing quite well. I, however, got stung on the underside of the forearm by some cowardly flying something-or-other that zipped away before I could even get a swat at him. What are the odds? There are hundreds of deck chairs at Splash Island. One other mother and I were the only ones on that side of the pool. I put my arm down on the arm of the chair, and STINGO! It swelled up, of course, but I'm not allergic. In a day or two, it will itch like crazy...
Ryan was kind of cute this evening. When we got back from swimming, both children disappeared into my bedroom and closed the door. Not a good sign...but since there were no tears or shouts, we let them play. Then it was dessert/bedtime snack time. Ryan said he was eating his ice cream and trying not to get it on his face. That's a first! He also, sympathetically, closed a door that his sister bonked herself on so she wouldn't do it again. When Meg thanked him for being so good tonight, he said, "I'm here to help!" I thanked him, too...which upset his sister. "I was good, too. Why did you tell him that?" I had to explain that since he is littler than she is and not always on good behavior, we thought it was a nice idea to tell him when he was. She seemed to be okay with that. (She gets plenty of appreciation for her good behavior--which occurs more often than his.)
Got an email from my sister this morning stating that one or both of her broken arm bones have somehow separated since a week ago when the accident occurred. She now has to have surgery for a plate and screws on Wednesday. The doc claims that healing will go much faster this way. I hope he's right. She isn't liking this very much! Thinking of you, Shari!
More of the same tomorrow. I need a bath!
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