Yesterday was the husband’s birthday. We celebrated all day and then ended the evening getting him uproariously drunk. I barely had anything but still woke up with a headache. How is that fair? Anyway, that translates to mean that today we have done nothing constructive. Until about an hour ago.
We went grocery shopping (I needed cookies for a meeting at work, but still. Yay us!), I had a sensible dinner, and then did a 20/10 on the frightening kitchen that has been let go for a week. Normally the husband, as the one who stays home, keeps the house in shape. He’s been doing things at his parents’ house this week so he hasn’t been able to work on the house as normal. I’ve been working late pretty often this week, so I didn’t get to it. Tonight that had to change.
I just did two 20/10s in the kitchen. It is now pretty to look at, even though there is still plenty to do. I’m good with where it is for today, though. Tomorrow is another super long work night so it might only get one 20/10, but you know what? That’s still something. In 40 minutes I cleaned out the fridge of food that needed to go. I did all the dishes, ran the dishwasher. I scrubbed down the sink and the surfaces. I started scrubbing the microwave. I took the trash out. These sound like little things, but I could cook in this kitchen if I wanted. That seems like such a small thing, but two weeks ago it wouldn’t have been.
I owe so much to UFYH. My house has never been cleaner.