First up were personal finances. I might have forgotten to balance the checkbook, um, since last summer. Despite a bank merger, the accounts had not been reconciled in almost a year and seemed a little off. Like lost on a gravel road miles from the interstate off. The first week of summer bit the dust under a pile of bank statements.
Next up was household organization. In April I posted a two-sided list on the refrigerator completed with areas of the house and family member responsible for cleaning it out by June. They thought it was a joke. Summer hit and not one line had been crossed off. At my prompting my twelve-year-old son began the task of the mudroom. After three consecutive nights of late-night sleepovers, kid was not a joy.
He tried “cleaning” like he would on any regular day. This meant piling any shoe in the room onto white wire shelves and slowly backing away. He was dumbfounded when I cleared the hooks of umbrellas, half a dozen backpacks, winter coats, and reusable bags and told him to remove everything else. He was less impressed with my instructions to both sweep and mop the floor. I tackled the dusty wood blinds with a damp sponge. After thirty minutes of trying to clean grimy fingerprints and filthy cleat scrapes off the walls, we switched gears.
A few minutes later, I reappeared with a couple of gallons of paint, trays, rollers and brushes. Then I rounded the kid up again and handed him a roller. He opted for the walls and I took the trim. The original shelf worked well seven years ago when my youngest son was three. Now the room is filled with mini-man shoes and the little shelf no longer got the job done. In came a new black cubby unit to organize the shoes and shin guards.
Fresh paint and a new system in place, it looks good and functions great. We started with a room scattered with dirty shoes. In true If You Give a Mouse A Cookie fashion, by the end of the day I repainted the trim of most of the first floor. And chances are if you show this mom a mess, she's going to repaint the house.