I’ve done my cleaning for the year.

This weekend was crunch time to get out of The Apartment. And naturally, when you have two procrastinators, these things get down to the wire, which in plain English = WE HAD TO WORK OUR HINEYS OFF!!!

Kids, do not do this at home. Seriously. Muscles I had forgot existed ache, head ache, and I got kinda nauseated from working with cleaning supplies for SEVEN hours. That’s right; SEVEN FRICKEN HOURS. I lost valuable brain cells during that time, and I really didn’t have any I could afford to lose.

And that’s just from the cleaning.

Also, I think I bumped my head on about  3 different times; my hands got burned from using so much cleaner; I am dead tired; and I walked into some walls and hit  various parts of my body doing so. That’s really nothing new; yesterday Jared and I were grocery shopping and somehow I didn’t realize the shopping cart’s vicinity to my person, and basically Heimlich-Maneuvered myself. Yes, once again, that will leave a mark. No wonder my legs are always covered in small bruises…

But I digress. The point is, I don’t think I could be more tired. And in pain.

Moral of the story: Procrastination is a very bad thing, especially with procrastinating perfectionists. It’s a bad combo. And possibly “Don’t expose yourself to various cleaning items for long amounts of time,” or “Be aware of your body and it’s proximity to other stuff so you don’t injure yourself.” All very important life lessons.

I am excited about the second week of school- I almost got everyone’s names down, which is good because parent night is this Wednesday, and how sad would it be if the kid walks in with his parents and I forget or say the wrong name. I’ll have to add more details about the name situations later–it’s pretty crazy.

Anyways, it’s late. And my bedtime. 🙂