The Chocolate Had to GO

This morning, Mr. BBM called me from work at around 10:30 a.m. and asked me what I was doing.  "I'm cleaning," I told him "What else would I be doing?"  We're preparing for yet another Open House.  "Oh yeah, well what have you done?" he asked me. 

He expected it to be a short phone call.

By 10:30 a.m. I had washed, dried, folded and put away two loads of laundry.  I also had all of the "showing" linens in the washer.  I had also dusted and picked up both of the girls' rooms, made all three beds, cleaned up two bathrooms, vacuumed, swept the front sidewalk twice (our tree is dropping all of its flowers and if I don't they all end up in our house), put away dishes in the dishwasher, loaded up the breakfast dishes, reorganized three cabinets in the kitchen and was starting to reorganize the forever multiplying mounds of toys.  I swear the stuffed animals and Barbie dolls are breeding.

It wasn't all bad though. In order to make more room in the cabinets, I ate my body weight in chocolate.  My chocolate stash that no one else knew about is now completely gone.  That's right, gone.  I'm not apologizing for it either.  I burnt those chocolates off by noon anyway.   

Comments

[sizzle]

You're making me tired just thinking about it.

I'll go eat some chocolate and see if that helps.

[Jamie]

I wish I had your kind of energy! I hope your open house goes well!

[Topsy-Techie]

All I can say is I'm glad MY hubby hasn't called to "check in" on my day yet...

[Miss Chris]

Sometimes my husband will call home to "check in". After I list all I've done I'm sure he regrets calling. He doesn't seem to call home nearly as much as he used to.