I'm so tired. Oh so tired. My eyes are heavy and I just want to crawl back under the nice warm covers. But the day calls my name. The bags under my eyes must be removed and I must look chipper as I answer the door for half dozen rug rats that come wanting a fun, fun, fun day. So coffee do your thing!
Why am I so tired you ask? Well, a bit of compilation of stuff. First, on Saturday I decided to wash the carpets in living room and hall. With the dayhome they get a ton of traffic and there is something about when you spot clean and then that spot stands out glaringly cleaner and almost a different color that tells a person that their carpet just might need shampooing. So I took the hint.
Now bear in mind that I have with great spectator interest been watching and cheering on this lady while she declares war on all things dusty, dirty, crawling and stationary in an unprecedented cleaning spree. Little was I to know that as I read with great interest her march on grime that it just might be a bit contagious. Ya, I got bit. And I didn't know I got bit until I started to clean the carpet. Because then I remembered that I wanted to clean the oven. Which is easy enough because it's self-clean. So I merrily, turned that on before I started in on the rug.
Now this is where the contagious bug decided to manifest. Once the oven was clean, the stove top looked horrible, which meant scrubbing those little trays under the burners, which then made the oven grates look really bad, which made the glass in the oven door looked streaked and dripped down. Hubby came home to find himself recruited to take apart the oven door so I could get to that drip of whatever that was, of course on the glass in between. Which then showed how dirty the side of oven was by the cupboard, which showed how disgusting the floor was underneath. So there I was with the oven torn apart, pulled out and screaming "clean me", in the finest tradition of "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" or "If You Give a Pig a Pancake".
I think I'm still recovering from that escapade. Suffice it to say, I
am now over that urge. Add to it that I started my first book in the Fall into Reading Challenge yesterday. And I could. not. put. it. down. Finally, at 11:55 p.m., and at chapter 22, I made myself go to bed.
So this morning, there is no in-depth, thought-provoking post. No monologue of something earth shattering or life changing. Just a tired lady waiting for the caffiene to do it's stuff.
And on a "hilarious" side note to attest to my tiredness, I just wrote this whole post in my book blog rather than my main site. *sigh* It's going to be a long day.