I am officially a housewife.  The last week has been about scouring our house, to the point where I actually vacuumed walls.  (Wha? They were dirty!)  Our bedroom was by far the worst of it.  Considering it was in constant use for approximately 20 hours a day, we were glad just to have clean sheets on it.

But last weekend was the time to get caught up.  Everything was sorted through and cleaned.  We took 9 bags of clothing to Goodwill (mostly mine) and Rob has officially moved his clothes into the closet.  When he moved in, I had full control over our bedroom closet and he was relegated to 2 draws below the closet and the guest room closet.  So he was sort of due for some more space.  It was nice to get rid of clothes I don’t wear anymore.  I haven’t had a good sort out since I went to England.

This weekend was a front yard weekend.  Rob mowed the lawn and I pulled all the pots off the porch.  In the process we found 5 black widows which had taken up residence.  I’m not usually a spider freak out person but for some reason, those widows got to me.  Especially the ones we found on pots we’d already picked up and moved.  Needless to say, I spent that night in bed being all freaked out that something was crawling on me.  I felt like I was 8 telling Rob to help me take my mind off it by telling me a stupid story.

It still seems like I’m summer vacation which is nice.  But then it hits me that there’s sort of no rush to get to all the things on my mental list.  I do one or two a day and that’s it.  The rest of the time, we play or Rob works and I find something else to do.  It’s a dog’s life.  Seriously.. who knew it would be this good to be unemployed?