The heat must be going to my head...
Yesterday, I had the most stereotypical house-wifey day ever. To the point that I almost put myself out of my misery. Here's the list of what I accomplished:
- about 4 loads of laundry
- folding said laundry, including folding my bf's underwear, and matching up all of our socks
- organizing my sock drawer
- vacuumed
- cleaned and organized my bathroom.
And in my spare time, I knit. Sean came home from work to me in a headband and sweatpants, vacuuming our bedroom. I couldn't figure out if he wanted to laugh hysterically at the idea of me cleaning dressed like a fucking WASP, or cry at sheer joy because we have finally cleaned. I think it was a combination of the two.
I have a super dee duper long work week ahead of me, but then the next week we're going to Atlanta, which should be fun. I need to buy the AtlantaPass thingy's, since we're going to be tourists, go to the aquarium with the nieces, maybe the zoo, museums and such. I might go see the Sex and the City movie with his sister, and there is possibly going to be a party, at least nominally in honor of us visiting and my birthday. And if theres not, I'm making him take me out for dinner.
- about 4 loads of laundry
- folding said laundry, including folding my bf's underwear, and matching up all of our socks
- organizing my sock drawer
- vacuumed
- cleaned and organized my bathroom.
And in my spare time, I knit. Sean came home from work to me in a headband and sweatpants, vacuuming our bedroom. I couldn't figure out if he wanted to laugh hysterically at the idea of me cleaning dressed like a fucking WASP, or cry at sheer joy because we have finally cleaned. I think it was a combination of the two.
I have a super dee duper long work week ahead of me, but then the next week we're going to Atlanta, which should be fun. I need to buy the AtlantaPass thingy's, since we're going to be tourists, go to the aquarium with the nieces, maybe the zoo, museums and such. I might go see the Sex and the City movie with his sister, and there is possibly going to be a party, at least nominally in honor of us visiting and my birthday. And if theres not, I'm making him take me out for dinner.