Chris (looking around in hopes of finding things I've been "cleaning"): "When do you do that?"
Fair game. I think the real issue here is 1.) I'M TIRED OF CLEANING SO CAN EVERYONE JUST LEAVE THE HOUSE FOR 10 HOURS A DAY and 2.) I'm tired of looking for things to do to occupy my time so I don't feel so deliciously, indulgently lazy. So I made an official list of things to do today to make up for the fact that I've wasted the last 420 hours of the summer not doing a whole lot. I mean, I took Ben on three college visits. I needed recovery time.
Ben bemoaned the fact the other day that his life was devoid of buttermilk pancakes, so I sought to rectify the situation and solidify myself as the favorite parent by making him IHOP's buttermilk pancakes today. I first noticed that we were low on maple syrup, and not wanting to spend $7 on Aldi's maple syrup when I could have purchased it at $4.99 weeks ago, I set out to make strawberry syrup with some remaining questionable strawberries. Don't worry. I used some-not-so-good and even-more-not-so-good ones to even the taste score. Half a stick of butter and 1/2 a cup of sugar and some vanilla later, all was well with the world. Oh, right. And pancakes and sausage.
This strawberry syrup is also delicious when used
as a jam on zucchini bread. Or toast. Or a spoon.
After breakfast I cleaned the kitchen for the third time of the day, even wiping down the counters and sweeping this time. I could hardly contain myself I felt so alive. After standing in the kitchen sweating for two hours, I ran with glee into the living room to fold four loads of wrinkled laundry. I couldn't believe that this is how I get to spend summer vacation. I didn't actually unload the laundry though. I left it in the living room, hoping someone would put it away. No one did. It made it as far as the top of the stairs. It's still waiting.
I took a nap because, hey, summer vacation. When I awoke, I read chapters 7 and 8 of The Great Divorce for book study tonight. I understood the material because I actively tried to concentrate on what the sentences were trying to tell me rather than just skimming my eyes over the words and thinking about last night's episode of The Bachelorette. I find I understand things better when I pay attention. I probably could have graduated higher in my class had I figured that out in high school. Oh, life experiences. You're so tricky.
Sadie showed me the exercises they had to do in 5th grade PE for some sort of presidential fitness program. It was pretty intense. And more on the torture-y side. I used this burst of exercise to prove Chris wrong that I DO in fact do things throughout the day rather than the last 30 minutes before he gets home. I "groomed" and bathed Nickels who actually loves getting a haircut and bath. I bathed Penny who hates it with a fiery passion and keeps trying to run away and then squeals like a pig when I pull her out from under the patio chair.
Disclaimer: Penny and Nickels are our dogs.
They are not extra children in my charge that I bathe on the patio like dogs.
After a shower of dog hair being rained down upon me, I took a shower because...ew. I lowered my standards and decided to give Kinroo Blue one more shot. Still not very good. I still drank it though. No one likes a wasteful complainer. Buck up, Rachel. I made dinner of sun dried tomato and goat cheese turkey burgers with roasted sweet potatoes while enjoying my sub par beer. I wonder if June Cleaver drank beer while she cooked dinner. Is that why the antics of The Beaver and Wally never seemed to bother her?
I went to our women's book study tonight where I actually knew some of the answers AND I didn't even have to look up any summaries on Wikipedia to tell me what was going on in these two chapters. My paying attention method seems to have been beneficial. I love when hindsight can be used in the present rather than after the fact. That's handy. I told a story of how I'm a hypocritical lying sinner saved by the blood of Jesus. I'm sure no one was surprised by my sinful nature revelation.
We're going to play Rummikub now because no one has to go to bed for school tomorrow. I almost feel guilty for saying it, so I'll just say it quietly: Woot.