The only thing the Ayis did that helped me out was make the beds, change the towels and take out the trash.
I need to change the sheets. I did strip the bed and then stared at the clean sheets. For some reason I seem to have tons of sheets. I mean more sheets than any one person needs. Why do I own all these sheets and when the hell did I buy them?
Big Daddy has been gone 2 and 1/2 years and the preceding 2 years were shitty for finances, so at some point 5 or 6 years ago I must have decided that sheets were something I needed a shit load of. I am not going to go through the sheets today, just make the bed and finish washing clothes to wear to the hairdresser tomorrow. But at some point I need to organize this shit.
It is funny wandering around the house. The kids did some things I find strange and I am finding things I forgot about in strange places. I wonder how much of my view on this is what has changed in the house or how much I have changed. I know living in China changed my life in many ways, maybe now I am seeing things from the past that I don't have any connection with anymore. There is a corner of the counter in the kitchen that I always put a decorative vignette, it took me a few days to remember why that area looked so strange, then I remembered Easter, I have an Easter vignette. Now I am thinking do I really want to put that shit out and where would I even find it? And I have to put the Thanksgiving away.
Okay, gotta put my rubber gloves back on and get busy.