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Thursday, Dec. 24, 2009 - 9:01 a.m.

Oy.

Cleaned and cleaned and cleaned-- both of us working our asses off to get the place in shape. We've done something like 5 runs to Goodwill so far offloading unnecessary stuff. Then, as we knew would happen, the parents arrive, bringing a boatload of unnecessary stuff. Well, I'm sure we'll want some of it. But the Christmas decorations. We told them we did not want them to bring Christmas decorations, because we don't want to have to find a place to put them at this point (because I want to spend the last days of my pregnancy trying to figure out what to do with stuff I neither want, need, nor have a place for). But they brought them anyway. Like two sets of Christmas glasses that we simply don't have room for in our cupboards. And a stupid-looking snowman lawn ornament. And a cutesy snowman cheese plate. Stuff like that. Bless their hearts.

Misguided generosity strikes again. This cleaning and finding places to put things and taking things to Goodwill has been like a neverending task these past few weeks, and now, here we go again. I feel like Sisyphus. Only, Sisyphus presumably didn't have to pretend he was delighted every time the rock rolled back down the hill.

And all the very sweet concern over whether or not I should lift things and so on. I was shuffling around the boxes in the corner (gifts that had been shipped here, as yet to be wrapped by mil) and was told, no, that's ok don't do that, someone else can do that. And I think, lordy, if you only knew what I've been doing to get this place ready. This is nothing. Lifting boxes, shuffling things around, on my hands and knees scrubbing the floors, bending up and down picking crap up all day, up and down off the floor trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with the vacuum cleaner.... All my fault for not keeping up with it better in the first place, or starting in on it eariler, but still. (To be fair, J wanted to get a maid service to do some of it, and I declined-- the spirits of my midwestern ancestors would have none of it).

Ok, I'm done bitching. For now. Time to go finish clearing off the kitchen counter so we can stack new stuff on it. Also, cooking. Am beginning to regret my ambitious Christmas dinner plans. To make: bread (for Xmas morning casserole), sweet rolls, eggnog pie, buche de noel, maple walnut ice cream, squash casserole, green beans, ham, mashed potatoes, pot roast. The last three are the easiest. Plus, a pie crust and applesauce for tonight's supper.

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