And I still haven't showered today.
And I have absolutely NO idea what I'm cooking for dinner.
Hell, there's nothing in the refrigerator TO cook.
But Lila's room is clean. And so is Maggie's.
And Gretchen and I are STILL standing. Your prayers/virtual support/ha' mercy Jesuses and our elbow grease/tenacity/need-to-rid-our-houses-of-the-heebies helped turn these...
Gretchen hauled out 10 bags altogether—six for the Goodwill, and four more for the garbage man. She found lost library books. A plastic rat (which she thought was real). And lots of little notes Lila and Maggie were writing to one another in a "secret" stash of little random papers. And she finished it all—the cleaning and the Goodwill drop-off—by 2 p.m., with her adorable son, Charlie, age 3, fast on her heels (show-off!). She stopped by to see my handiwork at about 4:30, looking all cute and whatnot. With make-up and stuff. Seriously? Gretchen is no joke.
And now, Maggie can actually sleep on her bed, find her books, do homework at her beautiful desk, and open her closet sans embarrassment. (Of course, Charlie found a few good uses for some old Maggie toys. His room may actually be Gretchen's final frontier.)
I filled a huge 50-gallon bag with junk, and another smaller bag with stuff headed for the Salvation Army, moved out Lila's desk (which she NEVER uses anyway), and replaced it with her dresser, previously in the overcrowded, super junky closet. The closet is now spotless (I had size 2 clothes in that bad boy; Lila is a size 7. Yeah.), you can actually see Lila's bed, her play kitchen is organized, and there's nothing on the floor. I left intact her copious amounts of play "schoolwork" and her really weird collection of internet facts about former presidents (don't ask).
And while I was very happy to (finally!) find my black Kenneth Cole stiletto boots, I'm ticked that it's too late for it; thinking I'd never find it's mate (after an exhaustive search a few months ago), I threw the other one in the garbage.
And I may have to call in the CDC to help me figure out what's making all of this garbage stick to the bottom of this garbage can. Yeah.
Of course, the girls were over the moon when they saw their newly-cleaned digs.
How long do you Maggie and Lila's rooms will stay this way?
I'm thinking, maybe... I don't know... until at least 9 p.m. tonight.