Today was a good day. I slept in because I stayed up late watching Forest Gump, thus getting a late start on the day. I then proceeded to prepare for departure to see a play with my home school friend in it.
The play was Peter Pan and my friend played the adult Wendy at the end of the play. As it turns out I actually knew a good number of the cast members, which was unbeknownst to me prior to seeing the play. Any way, my brother dropped one of my other brothers and myself off at my other friend's house because they were going to transport us to the theater. After we received a grand tour of Ringgold we finally arrived at our destination. The play was excellent! It was about 2 hours long and worth every penny I paid for it.
Man, that is a round about way of saying I saw a play today and it was good.
After the play, we all went to eat and had a grand time.
After taking the long way home and making several stops we finally make it home again. Upon arrival I am struck by how incredibly gross our kitchen was getting to be. I then took it upon myself to clean it up. Fortunately, cleaning is something I am pretty good at so along with the help of my father I get it all pretty squeaky clean. That makes one feel good.
Then I straitened up the living room and vacuumed it. That makes one feel good as well. After that I wiped up the bathrooms and brought myself to do a little tiny bit of history homework.
Now I must go put the rugs back in the kitchen and go to bed.
2 comments:
does anyone ever tell you thank you for scrubing the kicthen, cleaning the livin room, scrubing bathrooms {eww}, and otherwise staying busy doing chores, What exactly do your brothers do? And how do you fell good after cleaning, when I finesh bathroom duty i run as far away as posoble from any other clening regimine, I have never thought to myself, {self , that was fun lets clean the toliet every night, and while were at it lets clean the dishes}.
Forest gump is a movie worth staying up for.
Well, my mother thanks me. I think the boys could care less. The boys help some. They help when they feel it is justified for them to clean up, or if they get something out of it.
I feel good after cleaning because, a)I feel like I've accomplished something, b)I enjoy the cleanness while it lasts, and c)it seems to be easier to get other things done when everything is not such a mess.
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