Sometimes, You've Just Gotta Eat Ice Cream

I woke yesterday morning and knew that I had a lot of stuff planned.  I knew that the house was a wreck - it always is on Mondays - we spend the weekend out doing various things and every SINGLE person in my house has a nasty, nasty habit of just dropping stuff wherever they happen to be.  As a result, the entire house looks as if it's been toppled by a tornado.  So my grand plan was to get the house straight, and I prepared the kids accordingly.  We were not going anywhere all day - just cleaning. Before we started, I went downstairs - sans glasses and coffee free - to get my coffee infusion started - and stepped smack onto a piece of glass.  I couldn't see it, but knew it was there and despite my repeated digging, I wasn't able to get it out.  Resigned to discomfort, I updated my Facebook status to reflect my cleaning efforts - that way, I knew I'd not be able to back out - and away we went.

I worked steadily for four hours.  I cleaned my closet and rearranged it so that it would flow better, and scoured my bathroom, including using using the Hints for Heloise tips on how to clean the jacuzzi jets in the tub. I've tried for two years to get that stupid tub clean - no matter what I try, the next time we try to use the tub, the jets spit out black gunk.  So we just don't use it - which is a tragedy in my house.  Maybe this time I was successful... I straightened bookshelves and put away piles of laundry.  I pulled out clothes that I won't ever wear again and packed them up for the thrift store.  In between trips downstairs, I corralled kids and sent them to their room for cleaning detail.  Lather, rinse, repeat - the kids escaped again and again.

Where did all of this stuff come from?  It seems that I just did a big cleaning endeavor, and yet, my downstairs hall is packed with stuff for the thrift store.  I cleaned until 2:30, and then transformed into Moms taxi to deliver various people various places and do the banking and various other errands.  Emma's Muay Thai class, dinner, my Capoeira class - and the day was over.  But that stupid glass was still in my foot and no matter how I tried, I wasn't able to get it out.

So I sent a kid out for a Drumstick cone.  I may have been exhausted from cleaning my house, annoyed that I can't get a stupid sliver of glass out of my foot - but those last two inches of a Drumstick cone (almost) made it all worth it.

Comments

[des]

Hey, buddy!
I have one of those tubs and I use two capfuls of SaniBath from Sanitech labs in cold water up to the top of the jets, once a week . . somewhat pricey, but it works ;o)

[Melissa]

Ick, I have the same problem with our jets. What does Heloise suggest?

[Debby Pucci]

Sorry about the glass. Good way to start your week with a clean house. You can't pass up a drumstick, no way, not ever!

[Jen]

Yum! Have you tried the mini sizes of the drumsticks? They come 10 to a box, and are about 140 calories each - with the chocolate coating n the bottom of the cone. My new fav!!! Sorry about the glass sliver!

[mm]

When you attempt to find that splinter again: Remember Anbesol and Orajel- we used to put it on the kids' gums when they were teething? Put it on your foot and it will numb it while you are trying to find the splinter.

[amie]

First, durmsticks- yummo! Second, I want to know Heloises hint too- we have hard water in spite of our water conditionr we get gunk built up in the jets of our tub too. Third, and possibely most important if your foot still hurts- there is a really foul smelling cream at the pharmacy called somthing like iccathommmol ointment- my granny & mom alwasy called it black salve. Placed on a splinter or glass shard & covered with a band aid over nite - it should draw the item out of your foot- painless but stinky.

[Young Wife]

I update my Facebook to say I'm cleaning so that I'll have to do it, too! That's hilarious.

[kyoot]

I update and say I'm cleaning so my parents think I'm cleaning then I clean my farmtown:P Why yes i'm still a little kid