So we got back from NC last night.
Had 1 hour to de-sweatify ourselves and get all the drive thru food off of us before Bible Study. I am thinking - doable. Then I realize that JD, who drove the truck with the piano and ping pong table and desk all the way back from NC, has called some buddies to come over and help him get previously mentioned heavy items off the truck...BEFORE Bible study.
Commence Operation: The Crowe's Are Not Disgusting. (C.A.N.D.)
We weren't cleaning - people. We were stashing. We were grabbing empty containers and tossing stuff in them like mad. Max too. The boys were running around...loving just tossing stuff in containers instead of putting it away. Abbie and I we hitting different areas. See....someone was going to have to come thru my craft room and the play room in the basement. NOT areas that get cleaned up everyday.....ahem.
THEN - I realized they may come to the FRONT DOOR. EGADS! We hit the family room. It was very sweet to see the family pull to gether in a crisis. We had bucket brigades going to all areas where stuff was stashed. I just don't want THIS to be the thing the kids really remember about childhood. See, when we left on Friday - it was spur of the moment. I had a lot to get done so we could leave. I just told the kids to go play and let me "take care of stuff..."
So we left a lot of stuff out. Oh, and who am I kidding? My house gets out of control. I am just as messy as the kids. We need ti work on that:)