{"id":593,"date":"2010-11-05T09:50:00","date_gmt":"2010-11-05T13:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/friday-november-5-2010\/"},"modified":"2010-11-05T09:50:00","modified_gmt":"2010-11-05T13:50:00","slug":"friday-november-5-2010","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/friday-november-5-2010\/","title":{"rendered":"Friday November 5, 2010"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s break time. <\/p>\n

I’ve been cleaning and cleaning and cleaning this week. It’s time to get at it again, but I am stalling.
Monday ~ clean up from the weekend
Tuesday ~ serve hot lunch at school with three other ladies and help with the annual housecleaning at my mother-in-laws house.
Wednesday ~ start the major housecleaning at my house
Sometime this weekend ~ our turn to clean the church house<\/p>\n

I really thought I was not going to do that major overhaul cleaning at my house this year. But I have this problem. When my friends start talking about doing theirs, I look around and see all the dirt that does exist. And then memories start washing over me …. the scent of Murphys Oil soap lingering in the air from a room that has just been thoroughly cleaned … the way everything looks so organized and empty and in place and how restful it makes me feel …. the fun of having everything be so clean at once and the way it makes me want to do all kinds of fun projects …. <\/p>\n

And so I’m in the thick of it. Cleaning out drawers and closets. Washing down walls and trim and doors and furniture and everything that has a surface except the ceiling. Scrubbing beyond filthy windows and taking out the screens for the winter. It’s fun and drudgery all at the same time. I love how squeaky clean our bedroom and bathroom feel. I hate the way I always seem to push mess in front of me and the hallway and guest bedroom look like a weapon of mass destruction was set off. <\/p>\n

So I’m procrastinating. A little. <\/p>\n

\"Nov<\/a> <\/p>\n

We had so much fun doing hot lunch Tuesday. When I was in high school, one of the super creative moms in church did a McDonalds lunch for her turn. We LOVED it. Her son (who was probably in second or third grade at the time) said, “Mom, why can’t you just be normal sometimes?” And the rest of us were all wishing our mom would be that cool. <\/p>\n

\"Nov<\/a> <\/p>\n

Ever since I was married, I’ve wanted to recreate the fun. And finally it was the perfect time. Doris had been thinking hamburgers and Naomi said her husband said french fries when she asked him for menu suggestions. We had as much fun planning it as the kids did eating it. It was so much fun to hear them come through the line and mutter quietly, “this is so cool.” And gratefully Adam is still little enough to think I’m a normal mom. <\/p>\n

\"Nov<\/a> <\/p>\n

Hamburgers<\/p>\n

French Fries (fried outside in a deep fryer just minutes before serving …oh YUM)<\/p>\n

Sodas<\/p>\n

Ice Cream Cones and Sundaes with lots of toppings<\/p>\n

\"Nov<\/a> <\/p>\n

\"Nov<\/a> <\/p>\n

M says M – M – M, McDonalds.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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