Party Over Heeyah

I have survived another birthday party for Q. I am exhausted. It was fun. It was hectic. It was a slumber party. Keeping the number of guests to a minimum helped. My proudest moment was when she burped "Mary Had A Little Lamb" for the enjoyment of her guests. Such class.

Post-party, Leo's cleanliness habit kicked into full swing. He "guided" the three of us through an exhaustive - and exhausting - purge of all of her toys, gadgets, gizmos and accessories. We filled a trash bag with...um...trash, basically. We have two piles of things for Good Will and a LOT more closet space now. Leo is very disciplined about getting Q into the habit of purging at Christmas and birthdays. If she gets a present, she must make a home for it, which usually involves removing an older object.

Pre-party, I cleaned the back porch, which never ended up being used or really even seen by most of the guests. But I worked up a fantastic sweat cleaning it, had to take a couple of breaks, used about an entire roll of paper towels and vanquished mold and mildew and cat hair, at least until the next rain comes.

We are now enjoying our house even more, post-purge. Again, it's about the discipline. For me, discipline is something intentionally conjured forth into existence. A new person on the scene is the catalyst required to get me to move. Nothing motivates me as feverishly as when I'm dreading the sound of the doorbell.

I'm too tired to make this post interesting or funny. And tomorrow is going to be a challenge. Work Husband is in town. I gotta get some rest, 'cause having him in town is never very pleasant after the first hour. And nobody at work is gonna give an iota of empathy about the fact that I cleaned and cooked and hosted and sweated and fretted at an intense level all weekend long. This is where it really truly feels like I'm working two jobs and wonder how a day off might ever be possible. I just thank god that Leo is here to help me. Without him, I'd suffer a constant state of domestic chaos. Without at least one other person's help, chaos will always win.