I can't explain it. I just know it is. On the rare occasions I have these wild hankerings to clean house like a mad woman it's always Sunday night. Generally around 10pm. The kids are in bed, and my husband is in hiding lest I try to recruit him to help. It was the pantry this time. I was too ashamed to even take before and after photos, but what a world of difference as evidenced by the heaping pile of trash left out for our trash men bright and early this morning. And yes, those are Christmas decorations still in evidence in our front yard.
My husband said he would take them down this past weekend. I even took the kids shopping with me for 3 hours before the party on Sunday morning to aid in the endeavor. Only when I returned the yard looked just like it did when I left. And when I inquired about it I was told it was "cold" and it had started "drizzling." For the record I believe the temperatures were in the mid 50s and the drizzle lasted about 10 seconds. Sigh.
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