Since we got home last Tuesday afternoon, I've:
- washed, dried, folded and put away 9 loads of bedding and towels (6 for the trailer!)
- washed, dried, folded and put away 9 loads of clothing
- ironed 14 shirts
- planned menus, made grocery lists, clipped and organized coupons and bought groceries
- balanced the budget and checkbook (so much faster with no credit card payments to make!)
- sought and received 14 quotes for life insurance
- dusted, vacuumed, swept, mopped and scrubbed the entire 2nd floor of my house
- harvested 18 pounds of tomatoes (yes, I said pounds people) and put them up * this was in ONE harvest session - I've already harvested about 100 lbs prior to that day!)
- harvested 45 pounds of zucchini, 25 pounds of summer squash, 10 pounds of green beans, 15 pounds of carrots, and 18 pounds of onions (did I mention I love my garden?)
- made a batch of brownies, 2 loaves of Amish Friendship Bread, and 2 loaves of sourdough bread
- put up the equivalent of 24 gallons of peaches (canned, jelly, syrup, and some just frozen for smoothies)
- mowed the grass, trimmed the yard, pulled weeds, and put down fertilizer
- helped a 4 year old make a "Me" poster and put together a bag of favorite things
- changed 47 diapers/pull-ups
- used 3 boxes of facial tissues (we just call them tissues in our house, no Kleenex here!)
- disinfected every toy and square inch of solid surface counter and flooring
I'm such a slacker!
That's a joke, because BB came home Wednesday to find the equivalent of 4 loads of clean clothes waiting to be folded and put away while I was feeding Littlest One and said "What? Did you sit here and watch Soap Operas all day long?"
Please do not worry about the longevity of my husband's life - he promptly apologized after he came downstairs from changing into work clothes and realized that the yard was mowed and trimmed, dinner was in the crock pot and that the bedrooms and upstairs bathrooms were polished and gleaming. He apologized again on Thursday when he came home to find that every article of clothing that we own that fits someone in this house was clean, pressed, mended, and either folded in a drawer or on a closet shelf, or hanging on a hanger in a closet.
The irony is that I totally did slack this weekend, and am now faced with another 15 pounds of tomatoes to be put up, and a house that rather appears as though it threw up all over itself and spewed toys, cat hair and Cheerios crumbs all over...
I used to roll my eyes when my mother would say "A woman's work is never done"...but now I know it's true!
I need a vacation!