Funny

Ha! I just reread the post before The Right Way, and I noticed that I signed off saying that I was going to mop the floor. It only took me a mere 6 days to do it...can you tell I hate mopping???

Cleaning The Right Way

I hate mopping. Hate it. It hurts my back. And mopping doesn't clean the floor too well anyway, so you essentially waste your time, because sooner or later, you're going to have to go back and do it The Right Way. On your trusty hands and knees.

We were raised to clean a house The Right Way, all the time. Because a clean house is, well, clean! Every Saturday morning Mom would wake me up and tell me what needed to be done (my goodie-two-shoes sister was usually already up and done with her chores by then). Not that I needed telling, it was the same thing week to week. But I'm sure that was Mom's way of making sure I got things done. You know, sort of a covert supervision thing.

As we got older, and Mom probably got sick of spending the better half of Saturday's cleaning the house, we were supposed to do our chores on Fridays. Not sure why on Fridays, because everyone would be home for the weekend and the house would need cleaning again by Monday. But that's how she ran her house. In my house, the cleaning gets done on Mondays.

Except today is Thursday.

Nonetheless, today is the first day I've been able to actually clean the house without boxes being all over the place! Plus, I have guests coming this weekend. Which leads me to the mopping.

In a normal move, I'd come in and clean the entire house, top to bottom, before we moved our things in. I couldn't do that this time around for various reasons, so I did what needed to be done as I could get to it. Jak keeps me pretty occupied, so exactly a month later, I'm finally getting to wash the floors for the first time. Yay and yuck at the same time.

We bought a new mop the day before we moved in. It broke the first time I attempted to use it. Mind you, that was the first mop I think I ever bought. Hands and knees, remember? We took that mop back and bought a new one. This one is still intact but I want to break it. I hate it! Any mop is only going to swish the dirt around, not really pick it up. And years and years later, the little girl who hated cleaning The Right Way understands why The Right Way is important...I know Mom would be happy.

Wasting my time? Sorta. Until I can get a good chunk of time to wash the floor The Right Way, the mopping will have to do. It's better than nothing, and at the very least, I will go to bed for the first time in a long time, with clean feet.

Bored

Jak is at his grandparent's house this weekend so that I can finish setting up our house. And what am I doing? Sitting here reading blogs.

I miss my little guy!

It's kinda like when Jeff and I were first married. I waited all this time to live with Jeff day in and day out, just going about our normal lives together. But that first time he went away I felt lost! It was just my cat and I, and my whole schedule was out of whack.

This is no different. Little man isn't here and so I can sleep in (if my body would let me), eat when I want, read, do whatever whenever, and all I'm doing is finding myself walking around in circles, wondering what he's up to, and what I should do next.

This is silly. I think I'll go mop the floor. Boring, but needs to be done.

New Beginnings in Fairy Tale Land

We finally have a place to call our very own. Praise the Lord!!!

We moved to Queenstown, MD, at the end of May, and have been setting up home ever since. I was looking back on old blogs--missing the time I had to write so much and still hoping I can get back into it--and in one of them I posted that we'd love to have a house like we did back in OP.

Strange how things come into play if you just wait long enough. Not that said waiting was easy.

Our home here is wonderful. It's a two bedroom, old farmhouse. It has a beautiful back yard, nice and big and fenced in for little Jak to play in. The living room is nice and big, and the kitchen is gourmet, along w/ the bathrooms. What more could I ask for? This place is great.

We live right on the Chesapeake Bay, and the town that we're in is a quaint, historic place where one person described it by saying "they roll up the sidewalks at 6pm." The first couple of days we were here, every neighbor who was out stopped by to welcome us and told us we'd love it here. So far, they were right, but we knew that we'd love it before we moved it. It's just very us.

I walk each day to the PO to get our mail, and down the street from that is a small cafe. There's a park with a great playgound, and it's partially shaded which I like. There are kayaks in every backyard, including ours, and I'm sure once Jeff and I try that, there'll be a nice big, funny blog about it. There are plenty of young parents here, as well as middle-agers who've already offered to babysit. Everyone watches out for everyone else; it's just the sense of community that I was longing for.

The second day we were here, we drove to the cafe to have a dinner date before picking up Jak. People waved all along the way and as we sat in the street wondering where else to go (it's closed after 4pm) there were birds chirping, flowers moving in the breeze, and a little bunny chomping on the grass in front of the cafe. It felt so perfect, so odd that everything seemed completely harmonious here. I said "I feel like we live in Fairytale Land." Jeff agreed. So far, we do.