Taking out the trash

Apparently I allowed myself one Procrastination Week - and by writing about it,
I put a halt to it.

Yesterday I tackled as much laundry as possible and wrote a decent grocery list. After dinner the kitchen table was covered with folders, bank statements,
tax papers and the like. I faced the financial facts and was blessed to have two pairs of eyes watching with me. They drank Diet Coke straight from the bottle,
I was given an excellent Châteauneuf-du-Pape: whatever makes your creative mind tick!

We talked and calculated until after midnight - nevertheless I had a new project waiting for me first thing in the morning. Together with the boys I filled garbage bag after garbage bag, and ended up with a cleaned out bedroom. Big Brother and Little Brother took turns in carrying the bags to the front door and looked like little super heroes. In the absence of the master of the house, they were the ultimate stand-ins.

I expected to find monsters under our double bed, just as I did when unriddling our finances the evening before. There was nothing but fluffs of dust.