amanda_lodden: (so long and thanks for all the fish)
On Wednesday, our cleaning ladies were supposed to come and clean for our NYE party. However, CJ getting sick threw a wrinkle into that-- one of their daughters is going through radiation and has a weakened immune system, so she can't be exposed to illness, which makes her mother wary of being exposed herself. So instead, I did a three-day cleaning montage. I am tremendously proud of myself, because I resisted the urge to panic-clean. I grew up with multiple generations of packrats who either didn't know how to clean or just weren't very good at it. When I was a kid, my mom hosted Christmas Eve for her family specifically because that way the house would get cleaned once a year, and that cleaning was all about hiding the clutter, not fixing it. So when I suddenly had to do it for myself instead of having someone else do it... I took a deep breath, ignored all of my upbringing, and spent two days actually dealing with things that were in the wrong place. Even things that didn't quite make it all the way to where they belonged had decisions made about them, and they were carted off to the correct room. The house isn't a utopia of perfectly put-away items with no hint of clutter, but it's much better than it was. I'm also exceptionally pleased with myself because despite having a hard deadline that I had no chance of meeting to my satisfaction (there is ALWAYS something else I wish I had gotten cleaned up better), I still remembered to pace myself and take breaks, and managed to not make my back worse.

We shunted the kids off to the first-floor bedroom (with Chris and Marina's prior permission), to keep the hallway from becoming a treacherous caltrop-filled walk like usual. Later in the evening, T ended up in their keeping an eye on his son, and I wandered in to talk because I hadn't seen T in several years. B and K joined us, and I ended up sitting in there chatting for more than an hour. This is massive progress-- my Grandma died in there 13 years ago, I found the body, and I've had serious issues with being in the room ever since. Usually, by the 5-minute mark I'm antsy and I Have To Go Now No Really I Mean Right Now Bye. The hour+ that I spent there last night is more time than I'd spent in the previous decade combined.

The party itself was lovely. I got to see old friends I don't see enough of, old friends I see frequently but enjoy their company anyway, new friends who I'm just getting to know, and T2. T2 went to college with several of my friends, but was gone before I started. Since so many of our circles intersect, a number of my friends are absolutely convinced that I know T2 well and talk to me about him as though I do. In fact, I've met T2 twice: once at a Christmas party several years ago (to which we arrived late and he left early), and once last night. It's nice to be able to put a face to the name, and he seems like a perfectly pleasant guy (no surprise; my friends have good taste in people) who I would like to get to know better. Also, that phrasing is completely accurate yet completely creepy. I tried to find better words but none are quite as correct, so I would like to stress that I just mean friendship.

A small group of folks stayed later than 12:30am, and there was much chatting. It was quite enjoyable, but it went until 5:30am before the last guest left. I glanced at the kitchen, did a quick pass-through cleanup to get one load of dishes started before bed, and then decided that I would be much happier if I dealt with more-- that way, nothing I cared about would get broken by curious kitties, and nothing would develop a huge stink by morning. (Or afternoon, since by then it was pretty solidly morning.) I largely limited myself to things that would be worse if I waited, but "worse" is a nebulous term. By the time I finished up all the "will be worse" things I had some adrenaline going, and ended up staying up at the computer until 7:30am. That's probably not the BEST thing I could have done to kick off the new year, but I choose to look at it as breaking my own record. I can live with a year of boundary stretching much better than a year of screwed-up sleep cycles.
amanda_lodden: (all the things)
We're leaving in two days for a week. Also, it's late March, and I haven't given ANYTHING to our accountant yet.

In a desperate attempt to do something about the taxes thing, I started trying to put all our info together. I send the accountant our files electronically, so this involved scanning everything I could find. Then it involved swearing because there are files missing.

I ended up making a file of "known issues" with a "just file an extension, okay?" note dashed off, and then grabbing the nearest file folder and starting to scan. And scan. And scan.

I'm still missing a few pieces of paper, but most of them are replaceable. I also ended up with a three-inch high stack of paper that's been scanned in. That's probably only about 1/500th of the total amount of paper still ultimately needing to be scanned, but the key thing to take away from this is that there is three inches of paper that no longer need to be in my house.
amanda_lodden: (all the things)
We're leaving in two days for a week. Also, it's late March, and I haven't given ANYTHING to our accountant yet.

In a desperate attempt to do something about the taxes thing, I started trying to put all our info together. I send the accountant our files electronically, so this involved scanning everything I could find. Then it involved swearing because there are files missing.

I ended up making a file of "known issues" with a "just file an extension, okay?" note dashed off, and then grabbing the nearest file folder and starting to scan. And scan. And scan.

I'm still missing a few pieces of paper, but most of them are replaceable. I also ended up with a three-inch high stack of paper that's been scanned in. That's probably only about 1/500th of the total amount of paper still ultimately needing to be scanned, but the key thing to take away from this is that there is three inches of paper that no longer need to be in my house.
amanda_lodden: (all the things)
Today I finished a project!

All the shelves in the basement room that we call the pantry (even though we stopped storing food in it a decade ago) have been cleaned. Not cleaned OFF; part of why the project took as long as it did was that it involved moving the things from one shelf to another as I freed up empty space, then cleaning that empty space to create space to move the next set of things to. While I was doing that, I also wiped down all the boxes and bottles that would survive such treatment. And bleach-mopped the floor, for good measure.

As tasks go, it's one of those things that only I will really appreciate much, but it's also a key step in the larger "clean out the basement" project.
amanda_lodden: (all the things)
Today I finished a project!

All the shelves in the basement room that we call the pantry (even though we stopped storing food in it a decade ago) have been cleaned. Not cleaned OFF; part of why the project took as long as it did was that it involved moving the things from one shelf to another as I freed up empty space, then cleaning that empty space to create space to move the next set of things to. While I was doing that, I also wiped down all the boxes and bottles that would survive such treatment. And bleach-mopped the floor, for good measure.

As tasks go, it's one of those things that only I will really appreciate much, but it's also a key step in the larger "clean out the basement" project.

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