Last weekend, the girls were off Friday (because believe it or not, we didn’t use all our scheduled snowdays) and Monday, for Memorial Day. It was lovely and cool for the first half of those days, so it was serious Get Stuff Done time.
Friday brought the annual cleaning out of the garage. We began the day with this:
After hours of hauling and dragging and cursing and considering the advantages of burning it all, we had this:
After a very long session of sweeping and choking and shooing kids out of breathing distance because seriously, little lungs did NOT need to inhale all that crap, the place was deemed ready to resume operations. Back in went the (weeded, sorted, and way more organized) contents. By the end of the day, the garage was a much more respectable habitat.
After a good night’s sleep and many wishes for Sven to show up and give me a full-body massage, Saturday dawned with the promise of more work. This time it was back to weeding the hill on the left side of the house. And it was seriously in need. Voila:
The right side of the hill before intervention:
At the end of the day, I had another lovely row of lawn bags:
Oh, and while I was doing all of that, Hubs was sealing the driveway and staining the deck. By Sunday afternoon, when we helped plant pumpkins for the church, it was like, “Muscles? Yeah, we have ’em!”
This weekend promises to be stormy and rainy. I think I hear the storage room calling to be finished …