I hate toys. Or, rather, toys small enough to get shoved/kicked/rolled/thrown under the livingroom furniture. Yeah.
So far, I've only cleaned under the couch (it's a pull-out bed so that's easier) and the front half of the TV stand. That leaves the stuff that got shoved back against the wall under the TV stand when I was reaching and under the loveseat that requires being moved.
I've found:
7 books, more dirty husband socks than I care to think about, about 9qts of toys (in a 19qt plastic bin), and have emptied 3 canisters of dirt. Not to mention a diaper box full of too-big-for-the-vacuum trash and a plate I haven't seen since January.
And, I still have more left. This is ridiculus. But all the stuff is pre "KEEP YOUR TOYS IN YOUR DAMN ROOMS OR I'M TAKING THEM ALL TO GOODWILL!!!" meltdown so it's understandable. Now, the kids are doing considerably well at keeping everything in their rooms where it needs to stay.
Plus, there's the upside of having all these "new" toys that Mr. Man has been climbing all over things to try to get out of the bin. lol
It's break time for my cleaning binge since I started to sweat (hot flashes don't help either). My goal is to clean (and possibly scrub down the floor) in the living/dining room today. The hallway laundry is going but dishes are still waiting on me.
I've been reading The Help by Kathryn (hey, nice name!) Stockett. Why yes! It is also a movie! One that I'd really like to see, I might add, as the book is fantastic! Then again, I love books like this for some unexplainable reason. Like Sula and A Mercy and practically anything by Toni Morrison.
I figure I'll get the house cleaner than it has been in the past year (we've lived here a FULL YEAR! Our first place we've lived that long! Wow!) and really surprise Mikey when he gets home.
...Unless he reads this and isn't surprised. Then I might kick him in the shins unless he acts surprised. Hint. lol
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