I cleaned. For 6,5 hours straight. And Liked it. And didn't sit my a§§ on the computer until all that was done. at 7.30. Madness! WTF is wrong with me? 
I woke up at noon, 12 hours of sleep. Sleep depth paid. *yay* Hubs took the kids to visit grandma at 2pm. I stayed at home to clean "a bit". It's always nicer to clean when there's nobody else in the house, especially the kids messing up as I get something done. I wanted to clean at least the living room-kitchen area super good because I was determined to make that nasty fake-wooden-very-plasticlike-floor to shine for once. So I emptied it. Yep. Dragged the kitchen table to the lobby, lifted the chairs away and put the blue sofas in vertigo. Swept the floor dryly once to gather the toys, trash, dust, etc. Then I rubbed the damn floor on all fours. well, I did try to use some excersize moves while doing it to get some workout too, so some of it looked like yoga. And the lifting up the sofas looked a lot like what those bodybuilders do when they lift those heavy weights all the way up, above their heads. Worked too!
After that I swept it once more with a wetrug on a stick. I dunno what that thing is called in english and I'm not gonna check it out. Three hours flew by with this all. well, it is about 40m2 room. Then I had two bowls of zuppa di frutti di mare. while warming up the second bowl, I emptied and refilled the dishwasher. How time efficient of me. After eating, I cleaned the rest of the kitchen. By this time I felt pretty damn tired and sweaty, but I still had to do at least the lobby. Well, I did the lobby. And the toilet. And the passway. And our bedroom. whoa! Did it feel good to be so productive. Oh, also moved one heavy sofa in the lobby. I left the kids' rooms undone so they have something to surprise me with tomorrow morning. Mothersday and all. 
Oh, Ninna just called me Alice thanks to my new FB profile pic (I dyed my hair black again). I laughed. It was a funny coincidense that she said that since earlier today I was thinking how Alice-like I was being again. See, while moving the sofas back down after my first 3 hours, I was wondering when would the kids get back home and how it didn't really matter because I already had the livingroom done and I could finish up while they watch TV. Then I had this flashing thought/image that they'll come home when I'm all done, and on the yard half way thru beating up the sofa cushions. WELL: They came home 7.20pm, when I was half way thru beating up the sofa cushions. Alice-like?
The weird day kept on going: the kids just wanted to eat and go to sleep fast.
They were so anxious for tomorrow to come already. They're so very excited to give me what ever Rebekka did at school for me. ♥ I already got my flowers, no way they could hide them. And I saw the yummy looking cake in the fridge. I wish it was tomorrow's noon already so I'd get to sleep in and taste it! What's everyone else doing for mothersday?
I'll sleep in, have presents in bed, have coffee and cake, then relax a bit. Then we'll go to hub's mom for the afternoon. Always the same patern.
hubs and his siblings always fuzz over their mom's gift. They get something special by uniting their cash. I realized today they've been making a bigger fuzz about it since their dad died. Makes sense. oh, my heart always breaks when I see how they still mourn him...'K. This was a totally rude mememe-post. Sorry. I see no harm in all of you skimming thru this silly thoughtflow.
Everyone have a good weekend! ♥
