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Mar. 23rd, 2008 10:46 pmWell, I should be cleaning the bathroom right now in preparation for tomorrow morning, when the playgroup comes here for the first time. I, however, am dead on my feet, so I'm calling it quits. Okay, I'll clean the toilet and sweep the floor, but the sink can wait till tomorrow morning.
I was assessing our house as stranger might see it, and, you know, it's a weird mix of luxury and thrift. The walls are covered in oil paintings, some of which are framed quite nicely, but the aging, damaged, vinyl floor tiles in the kitchen are starting to peel up. We have plants and books and hundreds of CDs on display (if you can call how everything is haphazardly arranged a "display"), but the chairs and sofa are slipcovered, and several of Babe's toys are obviously home made (like his big cardboard box house, and his ducktape and contact paper covered stools...). The furniture is a mix of solid wood stuff and Ikea (not mentioning the side table which is just a covered air-conditioner in its box).
And the less said about the bathroom, the better.
It's not like it's a clear cut vision of parenthooded priorities, either, though stuffed animals do roam around unchecked. (Speaking of which, I wonder where Nagini got to. She's supposed to be curled up in the fruit bowl...) Babe's selection of toys is actually pretty meager compared to most kids', though the living room does act as the playroom most of the time. It's very hodge-podge, but mostly (kind of) arranged artistically.
I don't know what the others will think. But I do know that I need to get to bed very soon, and I need to clean the toilet and sweep the floor before I do, so I shall go now. And I'm even going to turn off the computer. *gasp*
:-)
I was assessing our house as stranger might see it, and, you know, it's a weird mix of luxury and thrift. The walls are covered in oil paintings, some of which are framed quite nicely, but the aging, damaged, vinyl floor tiles in the kitchen are starting to peel up. We have plants and books and hundreds of CDs on display (if you can call how everything is haphazardly arranged a "display"), but the chairs and sofa are slipcovered, and several of Babe's toys are obviously home made (like his big cardboard box house, and his ducktape and contact paper covered stools...). The furniture is a mix of solid wood stuff and Ikea (not mentioning the side table which is just a covered air-conditioner in its box).
And the less said about the bathroom, the better.
It's not like it's a clear cut vision of parenthooded priorities, either, though stuffed animals do roam around unchecked. (Speaking of which, I wonder where Nagini got to. She's supposed to be curled up in the fruit bowl...) Babe's selection of toys is actually pretty meager compared to most kids', though the living room does act as the playroom most of the time. It's very hodge-podge, but mostly (kind of) arranged artistically.
I don't know what the others will think. But I do know that I need to get to bed very soon, and I need to clean the toilet and sweep the floor before I do, so I shall go now. And I'm even going to turn off the computer. *gasp*
:-)
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