Take that you soul sucking boulder!

Ha! The attic- it's my bitch.

Yes, that's right. I swore. On my pretty mommy blog. But this is not a time to be delicate.

It didn't look good this morning. The kitchen floor was filthy. My room was full of the crap which my attic regurgitated. The porch was full of black garbage bags.

I was despondent. Hopeless even. But I went back to the attic anyway. I finished the sorting, pulled out some more crap, swept the floor and declared it Good.

I made a trip to the Goodwill truck where I deposited ten bags of crappy crap crap.

I went to grocery store and replenished my stock of Skinny Cow cones.

Once I came home I had coffee and ice cream and prepared to tackle my room.

Another wave of hopelessness. Must. Push. Through.

Continued sorting, bagging and putting away. I could see the floor! And my bed!

Assigned jobs to the children.

Lily got tupperware organizing duty. She quit after ten minutes. "It's too hard!"

Sat her down and reviewed the terms of her residency here at Shiny Red Houses. Explained that "work" is called "work" because it is hard and often unpleasant. She got back to work.

By 2pm my bed had clean sheets and the floor was swept. The dishwasher was humming and the washing machine was playing backup.

In between schlepping children to dance and Hebrew school I washed the kitchen floor.

I still have more to do. I'll finish going through the kid's toys tomorrow and get things ready to bring to consignment on Thursday.

Victory may be sweet, but victory is also exhausting.