This is one thing I've been managing to do, even as decluttering & hotspots have fallen by the wayside. 

Three weeks ago I visited the dentist for a checkup. Two weeks ago I made a long-postponed appointment for an overnight sleep study.  Last week I went in for the study (in on Tuesday, out on Wednesday) *AND* went in for my "annual" mammogram.  (er, okay, not quite annual.  but ostensibly.)  And today I called abuot a prescription that changed generics to make sure the switcheroo isn't what's making me feel like crap.

But I didn't call the contractor about ways to reduce the godawfully high estimate for bathroom reno.  Tomorrow if possible.

How about you?

PS.... about that sleep study?  Not bad but dang what a waste of a good hotel room! Sleeping with wires glued all over me means I STILL couldn't sprawl comfortably even alone in a huge bed!

PPS My husband has a new job to start at the beginning of July -- now he just has to survive the FOUR weeks notice his contract says he had to give to his current employer. 

I have a sneaking suspicion I forgot to post this when I originally noticed it...please forgive me if it's a duplicate.
http://history.icanhascheezburger.com/2011/11/15/funny-pictures-history-over-medicated/

Now off to check how I'm doing on my to-do list from earlier in the week. 

Staying home sick means "taking it easy", right??
Well, no.  As long as I'm home with the stomach flu, I'm taking advantage of the time.  Happily I'm not flat out horrid like the husband...just not ready to be at the office.

I brought Sunday's list forward to today to finish it off...and added more of course. 

Last night I remade both beds & picked up groceries just before the family got back from my MIL's.  I mowed the lawn this morning because we're about to get 5 days of rain.  That did me in...I took a shower and napped.  I've folded & sorted laundry & done more laundry...but I'm going to have to get the rug to a laudromat to wash. (NOT today!)  it's about 8x10 and way too heavy for my home washer.  I thought I"d do the down comforters at the same time and put them away for the summer...but when the husband gets sick, it's the only way to warm him up. 

I'm getting grumpy about the fridge...  I bought it in July 2008 and it is conking out already.  Next time I'm buying the extended warranty, apparently it must be part of the purchase price now.  Ridiculous.  It wouldn't bother me so much if it were from the ding-n-dent place -- but I got this one new from Home Depot.

Chores continued
Call Home Depot about fridge warranty
Clean fridge enough to turn it off... freezer, door shelves, door, veggie bins, shelf 1, shelf 2, shelf 3, vent strip
Check underneath...is there anything obvious wrong?
Let it defrost overnight... pray that there was a frozen-water plug... see if it works after being off all night.
Laundry : Garb from event wash & dry
Laundry : WHERE DOES IT ALL COME FROM wash & dry  --there's about 2 loads left. 1 load left
Storm comin': Bring in the canvas roof from the 5yo's climbing platform, and stash the furniture where it won't blow.
Take out the recycling
Bins to the street for pickup
Maybe: weed garden
Maybe: either pick RedLilyBeetles off the lilies or pull the lilies up & destroy them...
Maybe: plant something else by the lilies :(

Zone decluttering: 15 minutes in the bedroom.  If I can get the husband to move to the sofa that is...

ZONE MISSION: Monday is 15 minutes under the bed.  Get rid of things that don't belong, and if you're already tidy vaccum up the dust bunnies.

Specifically, stuffed animals. 
Someone in my daughter's after-school program spilled milk on her stuffed penguin. (my daughter's penguin). I was there, and ran it under water right away, and took it home to dry.  Unfortunately the milk must have gotten in farther than I could rinse, because it still smells bad.  I hate having to put stuffies in the washing machine because they never quite dry out the same texture. 

But I think it's time for Penguin to learn how to swim. 

Before I move on to my own bits... this week we're moving into Zone 4: The Master Bedroom.
It's mutual challenge time -- let's do the 15 minutes/day of decluttering. Yes, 7 minutes twice a day counts. 
I haven't decided what my reward will be at the end of the week.

So....my weekend so far.

We conked out before the end of yesterday's SCA event (fun, but hot weather & tiring).   I tucked V in to bed around 8 and she asked me to cuddle for a little before I went out of the room. I got in with her and rubbed her back and... yeah, I fell asleep too.  That lasted about 20 minutes because she kicks like a mule.  But I took the hint and brushed my teeth and headed for bed. I kept waking up, and around 10 realized that Rob was still down playing videogames.  I went down to point out the time, and had trouble falling back asleep -- realized that I'd had a migraine kick in so took the medicine and lay down on the sofa under the open window and BAM.  Strangely enough I woke up in my own bed, with no memory of getting there. 

And oh what a way to wake up.
"Mom? Mom? I wet the bed.  I pulled off the blankets but I can't get the sheet." 
She's 5.  It's awesome that she tried to strip the bed.  But now I get to wash the rug too.  I'm so very glad I chose a throw rug for her room not carpeting.

Oh and this comes after having realizing that I must be recontaminating myself with poison ivy because I am still having new spots come out SIX DAYS after exposure.  So I was already planning to wash all *my* bedding and all the sofa throws and my jackets.  Now I get to add *HER* bedding and it is looking like a tedious day of laundry.

My new Irish(American) blessing:  May you never have poison ivy on your face, ear, and nose...and REALLY never along the waistline where you hiked up your pants....   'Nuff said. 

In other news, I finally got off my duff and called Rob's sleep-apnea doctor.  I've had the consultation and have scheduled a sleep test -- spending the night with things attached to me and people watching is not my favorite idea, but it's a lot better than choking myself awake.  Rob says I'm gasping in my sleep -- and I know I've woken up feeling semi-suffocated.  Bad news, needs fixing.


( Chores today to make up for yesterday's day off.  )

And katexxxxxx here's something for you: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=452030788159713&set=a.223098324386295.105971.205344452828349&type=3&theater

[EDIT: I added >new items.  I crossed out some.  I am astounded at how far behind I got in just one week of skipping out laundry.  I am also pleased to have done so much because...drumroll...Victoria did NOT Have food poisoning this week...I know this because *I* HAVE IT NOW.  And yes, it really IS nice to have a freshly cleaned toilet when you're sick.  Thanks flylady!]

I wrote this yesterday evening:

Damn.

Rats!

Swearing in blue and purple stripes...

Stampy feets and wailings of 'NOT FAIR!'

Why does this make me feel A: put upon, and B:  fed up?

It gets left to me to devise the menu and make the shopping list every week.  I rarely get help.  I usually have to ask for any help I get.  OK, Himself gets the shopping in, which helps.

I do almost all the cooking.  I have to ask several times in advance if I need someone else to cook, remind them on the day, and then again when it gets to dinner time...  If I'm about, whatever I'm doing that needed someone else to cook gets interrupted by a constant barrage of questions about how to do the cooking...

I sort washing into loads, and usually put them all through the machine.  I also have to sort out the clean dry stuff and get it taking upstairs.  I don't do the ironing.  That gets left for weeks at a time...  I have to ask several times for things that are stuck in the ironing pile.  I occasionally have to dig something I want to wear out and iron it.

Nothing here gets cleaned unless I do it or I nag several times for it to be done.

OK, so I'd been out on a jolly all afternoon (a friend's Girl's Lunch Out, with shopping after), but I had said I'd like something light and fishy for dinner.  And I'd sorted the washing into loads and put one in the machine.  I asked for more to be fed through while I was out, as there were many loads (4 of dark stuff alone!  Mostly teen bloke kit... )

No-one bothered to cook.  One load more had been put through the machine...  Himself HAD started fettling and giving The Chilly-Bin of Awesome another coat of varnish and was fettling a check chain for it to stop the lid flying back and tipping the box over, but that wasn't finished.

I flipped.  I didn't yell, I just went on strike!  No more meals planned or cooked just by me.  No more washing done just by me.  And so forth...  There are THREE adults in this house (the GMNT being 18 in October, and old enough to get married since he was 16, he counts as an adult in MY book!), and I see no reason why I should do 95% of the organizing, cooking, and cleaning.  Especially when I too am trying to work full time.  This often means that I see clients at the weekend for fittings, and get time off in the week to compensate.  This does NOT make my work part time, mates!

I have a pile of cooking and sewing to do today, for my next LARP event next weekend.  Last night I made out a chart of all meals for the next 11 days and filled in the ones I wanted to!  I left all the days I'm away free.  We went through it together and managed to fill the rest in amicably.  They are doing quite a bit of the cooking.  They are going to do the shopping, then leave the GMNT at the gym for an hour.  Meanwhile I am concocting things made from rhubarb, chocolate, chicken, and rice crispies!

yes, the closet. the one that i have to use a flashlight in to find anything.i completely emptied it out. the puppy dog came in and looked..or rather glanced at the bed..and ran out. give you an idea? well it took a while and i still need one more small organizer, but it is nice neat and organized. out went two huge bags of clothes. i swear my shirts breed. almost all the winter stuff is neatly packed up in totes. we each got two. and two space bags. (i don't think they really save on space or i'm doing it wrong) but his jackets are sqooshed up. and safe from bugs/water/temperments of nature. and i have a bag of my sweaters. 
bottom line..i can actually stand in my closet now. i can see what i am doing and know where everything is.
go me!

Hem!

Sorry 'bout that.  Just needed a small scream there...

It's my own fault, I dare say.  The raven and I were auditioning fabric for a multi-garment project, so I flung several boxes full out of the loft.  We piled it all up and sytarted putting things together.  We now have garments and complete costumes more or less sorted for several characters. 

And a huge pile of fabric that I need to put back away in the loft!

And then we tipped the coloured pencils out...

Oh, and the rail arrived today!

So after a full day of work I now have to:

Put the rail together and hang up the costumes.  With luck the cover and other bits will come tomorrow and I can complete THAT job.

Box up all the fabric we are NOT going to use for the new project.
Box up all the fabric we ARE going to use for the new project, labeled and in nations...
Clear up the coloured pencils...


And artist's house is never tidy.  that of an artizan makes it look like a haven of order!  :D

But we did have fun.

I am suffering from PDDS!  Post Dramatic Dress Syndrome!

The dress in question was actually a wedding suit for a bloke.  Jack was a lovely customer to work for, and ravenrigan and I had fabulous fabrics to work with.  You can see it here: http://katexxxxxx.livejournal.com/

In order for there to be space for the customer, the coffee, the raven, more coffee, the suit (out of the way of the coffee!), and me (and yet more coffee!), there was a slight clearance to be made.  I put stuff away, Himself hoovered, and we both cleaned.  The GMNT came home just as we'd finished!

Large Bloke With Kit:  Army boots, two back packs, and an armful of Other Things.  He then proceeded to empty the day sack of the excess RATPAC he's brought home.  We have enough army ration food to keep a small regiment fed for a week!  Still, on being told we had customer imminent, he cleared it off, threw out some out of date stuff, and took his washing away.  Good lad!  And tday the only 'mess' in the living room is a tray of buttons in the process of being sorted.

Not so good in other areas of the house, but at least the living room is habitable!

Well, feeble party, really.

The Monolith has failed.

I went up to wrangle the bed in the sewing room back together, and discovered that the monolith's structural integrity wasn't.  No integrity at all!  It lied!  Said it was a wardrobe...  Fooled me into thinking it was man enough for the job.  Naaaahh...  It fell all of a heap, and I had to get Himself to help me extract the costumes, which are now all of a heap on the bed.

After helpful discussion elsewhere, I think I'm going to forget the wardrobe idea and buy a short rail from Morplan, and a rail cover, and just use that. It's a temporary solution until I get the storage in the loft, and a rail will be more use than anything else when I no longer need it in the sewing room.  And when not in use, I can just take it to bits for storage.

But it's yet another task I could have done without!  Gah!