The Pre-Graduation Party Cleaning Day

I have a confession to make.

I suck as a housekeeper.

Some of you know this about me already. It's funny, I don't mind doing laundry (I'm actually one of those weird people who enjoy doing laundry). I don't mind cleaning the kitchen. I'll even get motivated enough to vacuum, on occasion.

It's the rest of the stuff I hate. Cleaning the bathrooms and dusting, mostly.

Yes, I'm whining. I don't mind doing that, either. ;)

The kids are officially done with school for the year. The Tall One (who was supposed to get up at 6:45 this morning for their senior breakfast and has yet to drag herself out of bed) should be up and around in a bit to head out for graduation practice. The WGH is at work, so The Boy, Little Bit and I will be left to scour the house and make it presentable for the somewhere around 40 people we're expecting to grace us with their presence at some point over the course of tomorrow afternoon.

What idiot came up with the bright idea to throw a party to honor our graduate?

Oh. Right. That would be me.

Fortunately for said idiot, The Boy is an expert at cleaning bathrooms, and Little Bit does a fair job with the vacuum cleaner. The rest of it I can handle. Not that I'm going to be doing it with much enthusiasm, mind you. I'm still not quite back - medically speaking - to that stage where the manic phases were coming more often than the dragging phases.

Plus, I'm still in that state of foggy disbelief regarding the fact that my oldest child, my firstborn, will be graduating from high school. Tomorrow.

There were goals that I'd set for myself to have accomplished by this point, and although I don't really remember what most of them were, I'm sure I've only managed to put a few checks in the "done" column. I can at least say that I've had a couple of books published, although strictly speaking they don't really "count" in the real world I now find myself ensconced in. At least they're in print. You can buy them and hold them in your hands and read them. But I am still writing, and since I've been feeling better lately, I've gone on a tear with the latest WIP and have really made great strides, not the least of which was coming up with a new title. Like it did when JT came up with the title for the last book, this one's giving me focus. A direction, a theme. More substance to add to the story. Yay.

I will most likely not, however, have much chance to write this weekend, at least until the festivities are over and my house is not crammed full of people and food and cake. My goal is to spend as much time as I can reading, whittling away at the tremendous stack of books I've managed to let get out of control, awaiting review for RTE. I'll get there. Just don't send me any more right now.

Read a book. It's good for you. I'll let you borrow one of mine ...

=) JB