The day before THE EXODUS, and things kick into gear.
For those who don't live in this area, there is this little tournament called the Masters which not only puts our city on the international scene for a week, but it also generates income for those of us who rent our homes.
It's a nice gig, but it is a lot of work. I feel as if I have been cleaning for a month. The plus side is that every year our home gets a spring cleaning like you wouldn't believe. Windows are washed, new pine straw is spread, and hanging ferns adorn the front porch. Closets, drawers, and cabinets get purged. Clothes and toys get sorted. Baseboards, ceiling fans, walls, stair risers, and door frames are wiped and dusted.
Mr. Clean Magic Eraser is my best friend.
Since we leave tomorrow and it's hard to clean with people who undo what I have just done, the boys are spending tonight with i nonni so I can finish every room completely and then just deal with the master bedroom in the morning.
I'm telling you it takes orchestration. Think I can't run the country?
Of course, there are always last minute problems. Last night the company renting our home called wanting to make sure that a) we have propane in our gas grill (we do!) and b) dry wood for our fire pit (uh, oh).
Guess what three somebodies will be foraging the woods behind our house and gathering firewood this morning?
So, I really need to quit blogging, finish my cappuccino, and get swiffering.
|Oh, did I mention that I also changed out all shelf liners?|
P.S. If you want to find out how in the world I rented our home after just giving birth the week before, go here.