box kicking

Remember those puzzles where you had to move tiles around so that all the numbers were in order? I loved them as a kid. Today I realized cleaning this house is a bit like one of those puzzles - you keep moving things around until everything finds its space.

The big moment today was cleaning out one of the drawers in the kitchen and moving the tin foil and such from the cabinet into said drawer. Suddenly there was room for the glasses and the bowls. It was like getting 1 through 4 in order.

Tonight I had B put the replacement panel in the light fixture in the kitchen. A few months ago it just fell out for no apparent reason. Crash onto the floor it went. Thankfully no one was in the kitchen at the time. We bought a replacement, but never put it up.

The other thing we seem to never get around to doing is tearing the boxes down for recycling. Sometimes I think it is easier to do a bunch of them at once. It is certainly satisfying to jump on them to further flatten them. I definitely kicked some boxes tonight.

I am now officially at the midpoint. I have ten days left. Progress has definitely been made, but there is still lots to do. I am officially caught up with the laundry, but know that a chunk of next week will be spent washing bed linens. Can't wait. Somewhere in there I need to write holiday cards and put up a tree (we still need to get). I found my Mrs. Meyer's Gingerbread spray and so at least it is starting to smell like Christmas.

We had leftovers for dinner tonight. That made things easier. Next week will definitely be about easy to clean up meals for sure. Maybe PB&J?


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