annieology

We cleaned the kids’ rooms today.  By we, I mean me.  Occasionally a short person would walk by and ask,

“Mom, what are you doing?”

I would assign them a task.  The longer I cleaned the less interruptions I had.  Note, to self  ‘me time is best accomplished by cleaning…’

Other questions I endured answered throughout the course of the day.

“Who’s coming over?

CPS “No one, can’t a person just want to clean?”

Both are true.  I never clean for CPS. Really? What are they going to do? Cite me?  They are always here.  Last week, I had the agency worker, the new psychologist, the therapist.   This week, we look forward to entertaining, CPS and the therapist. If they spent this time on the actual parents…well, I don’t know what good it would do, maybe they could spend their time building a case against said parents.

“Can we go somewhere fun?”

“No.”

They also wanted food. Petulant.

So, we cleaned and purged.  I was ruthless.  Barbie didn’t have a leg? Trashed.  24 piece puzzle with 23 pieces?  Buh bye.  But wait, we could find that piece under the bed.  Too bad.  So sad.

I’m also purging the closet of pants too small and shirts too ugly.  Anyone in need of clothes for preschoolers?  I got both sides.  I know Once Upon a Child won’t take them.  They aren’t faded enough.

I can be brutal in all areas, except the blankies.  I can’t get rid of the blankies.  My bear blankie?  Been with me since at least high school, maybe earlier.  It is my longest friend.  I have the blankie my mommy made Big Boy.  The one an aunt made for Radical.  I even have one that bought so that Felpsy could have a baby blankie.  He didn’t.  We had to fabricate his babyhood.  I am currently covered in a cow blankie.  A gift from a time where people bought me cow things.

Why did people buy me cow things? I once found a coffee mug with a cute little cow on it, I bought two, and suddenly I collect cows.   I still have the coffee mugs, the blankie and a mixing bowl.  It’s not a collection, do not send me any cows.

Tomorrow?  I tackle my room.  This will be tough.  I have cute clothes.  I have many blankies.  I need to find out what is under that bed.  I know the things in the third drawer of the dresser haven’t fit been worn in years.  But I can’t bear to part with them.  That dress I want to turn into a skirt?  When am I going to get to that?  Really?  No, you’re right, probably not.

I know I haven’t needed a jacket this year, much.  But when we move to Timbuktu and it’s chilly, I want options.  Sure, I’ll be 75 and hot pink trench coats may not be in style then, but I LOVE it.

Well, there is still sweeping and dishes and many other boring tasks at hand.  The computer is about to spontaneously combust and there is a little red light blinking that looks like a battery…..

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