today was my day off and i spent it actually getting stuff done. this is very rare for me. days off are usually spent parked on the coach watching whatever i'm allowed to watch on the dvr without ryan, or they are spent at work (don't ask).
but today i was motivated, and i am proud of myself so i wanted to list what i accomplished (because i love lists)...
*woke up before 9am (on my own)
*walked Gus, fed Gus, and walked Gus again
*had a phone meeting with my boss
*washed, dried, and folded 4 loads of laundry (they are all waiting to be put away by my loving husband)
*had a lovely lunch with ryan at whole foods...yum
*trip to target to buy cleaning supplies and other necessities (like dresses)
*cleaned both toilets
*emptied and loaded the dishwasher and hand washed the pots and pans
*dusted the downstairs
*changed the sheets on our bed
whew. now, i know that this is really not much for some people. but when i am home, i am l.a.z.y. it is my down-time, my me-time, my shut-off-from-the-world-time. so i am pleased with this list. who knows, maybe stay at home motherhood is in the cards for me?
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
why my husband is sometimes right...
if you have ever lived with me you know that i am not the sort of person who can't fall asleep at night if my room/closet/house is a mess. i am not a dirty person (no rats, roaches, or gnats) but i am a cluttered person.
when ryan and i found ourselves in love with one another i was concerned that we would have issues because he is a neat freak and comes from a long line of OCD men.
we've managed to make it work quite nicely. i cook, he cleans. i do laundry, he puts it away. we have a system. i have become a little neater. he has become a little messier.
however, i still (and always will) HATE to unpack anything. if it was up to me our clothing would never be put away (yes that counts as unpacking). ryan always tries to make me unpack my suitcases the second we walk in the door from a trip and i rebel, vehemently.
so, it should be no surprise when i say that when we cleaned out our closet on saturday i finally unpacked the suitcase that i used the last weekend in february to go home to arkansas.
i found the smartwool socks that i thought were lost and even accused my mom of finding and then stealing. my feet are very happy.
moral of the story: unpack your damn suitcases.
when ryan and i found ourselves in love with one another i was concerned that we would have issues because he is a neat freak and comes from a long line of OCD men.
we've managed to make it work quite nicely. i cook, he cleans. i do laundry, he puts it away. we have a system. i have become a little neater. he has become a little messier.
however, i still (and always will) HATE to unpack anything. if it was up to me our clothing would never be put away (yes that counts as unpacking). ryan always tries to make me unpack my suitcases the second we walk in the door from a trip and i rebel, vehemently.
so, it should be no surprise when i say that when we cleaned out our closet on saturday i finally unpacked the suitcase that i used the last weekend in february to go home to arkansas.
i found the smartwool socks that i thought were lost and even accused my mom of finding and then stealing. my feet are very happy.
moral of the story: unpack your damn suitcases.
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