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auntiemeeshI seem to have hit the 'can do nothing more' wall. After spending eight hours at work, cleaning and organizing, I came home and started work on the bathroom. The toilet and sink are sparkling. The medicine cabinet is emptied out and clean, the floor has been swept and swept and swept, the window and mirror were washed, the walls wiped down, and the smudges cleaned off all the woodwork. I still need to scrub the shower/tub and mop the floor.
I also got the back hall swept, walls wiped down and the smudges washed off the woodwork.
I still have all the cleaning in the kitchen, bedroom and living room, as well as a few final things to pack up.
In the middle of all that, I nearly burned down the kitchen in my attempt to provide food for myself. I've been living off leftover pizza the past few days, but it had reached the end of its 'eat me' functionality and I shoved the box into the oven to keep it away from the cats. Still needing to eat, I tried to make a PBJ sandwich, only to realize that I'd already packed the peanut butter in a box somewhere. Luckily, there was a little frozen pizza in the freezer, so I pulled that out and turned on the oven to preheat. Didn't notice the burnt smell until the preheat timer went off. Flustered, I turned the oven off, made sure nothing was actually on fire (luckily, nothing was), pulled the old pizza box out (but not before realizing that all of the oven mitts were also packed), tossed the new pizza in, and set the timer again. Didn't realize I'd turned the oven off until the timer went off and the pizza was still mostly frozen. At that point, I realized that if I wanted to survive the evening, I'd better just order out. Thank goodness LP walked in the door at that moment and agreed to go pick something up, or I'd probably be staring at a wall somewhere, stuck in a blood sugar crash induced inability to figure out what to do.
I hate moving.
I also got the back hall swept, walls wiped down and the smudges washed off the woodwork.
I still have all the cleaning in the kitchen, bedroom and living room, as well as a few final things to pack up.
In the middle of all that, I nearly burned down the kitchen in my attempt to provide food for myself. I've been living off leftover pizza the past few days, but it had reached the end of its 'eat me' functionality and I shoved the box into the oven to keep it away from the cats. Still needing to eat, I tried to make a PBJ sandwich, only to realize that I'd already packed the peanut butter in a box somewhere. Luckily, there was a little frozen pizza in the freezer, so I pulled that out and turned on the oven to preheat. Didn't notice the burnt smell until the preheat timer went off. Flustered, I turned the oven off, made sure nothing was actually on fire (luckily, nothing was), pulled the old pizza box out (but not before realizing that all of the oven mitts were also packed), tossed the new pizza in, and set the timer again. Didn't realize I'd turned the oven off until the timer went off and the pizza was still mostly frozen. At that point, I realized that if I wanted to survive the evening, I'd better just order out. Thank goodness LP walked in the door at that moment and agreed to go pick something up, or I'd probably be staring at a wall somewhere, stuck in a blood sugar crash induced inability to figure out what to do.
I hate moving.
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Date: 2012-06-02 01:33 am (UTC)Hope tomorrow is much, much better!
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