Between yesterday and the better part of today I have been scrubbing, washing, wiping, cleaning, trashing, dusting… All the cleaning verbs. The locals… I am sure they think they are being helpful.
But, they have been troopers. After breakfast we went to three stores, then came back to the village. The youngest was adamant that he did not want to nap. He was to excited. So, we packed up and went to visit the new local. We had a picnic on the floor of the room. It was awesome.
Now, the floors are drying, the laundry is going, and I sit here, exhausted. He comes home tomorrow. What ever adventure we thought we were on… Well, there is a new traveler, so things are going to be amazing.
Our village has a new member. Sorry for the lack of an update about yesterday. The last 24 hours have bee crazy. Now, for the next few days, I have the duty of working with the three older locals to finish cleaning the village. Those with experience will read that last sentence as “cleaning the whole village by myself while keeping the locals occupied and fighting of their tornadic destruction”.
There will be a full update on our main blog at www.craniofamilyblog.com in the coming days.
So, it looks like I am still having issues with getting my field notes to load from my cell to here. This means that, for today, I want to talk about what has been going on this week.
We are getting closer and closer to the fourth local joining us. It has been a flurry of packing, cleaning, organizing, and just general preparedness. It. Is. Exhausting. But, there will be plenty of time to sleep when he gets here. The locals are very keen to what is going to be happening. They have become engrossed in their versions of preparations as well. The older two took time and, on their own, packed “Go Bags”. Diapers, change of clothes, a book, and a couple of snacks. These have found their place hanging by our door. They also packed one for the (current) youngest.
Things are coming together. We are in the massive waiting game. Could be days, or a couple of weeks. You would think that we would be more than ready, but there is ALWAYS something.
Going forward, I will just make time to post on my computer. This will ensure that they actually get posted.
With the hard work that the locals put in with cleaning the village up yesterday, I made breakfast a feast. Well, a feast for them. Donuts and apple juice, while watching the rebroadcast of the royal wedding. It was a good morning, and a good day.
With the amazing display of destructive talent that the locals we’re able to manifest in the bathroom yesterday, today was all about cleaning. I sent my bride away for an evening and day of rest. Once the locals went to sleep I corrected the issues in the bathroom. Four hours later I rested. Once the locals got up, they were fed and we began.
Timers set at each stage, they helped me clean every corner of our village. When my beloved returns in a few hours, it will be spotless and smelling fresh as a spring morning. The locals are exhausted, but they helped more than I expected.
I will spare you the details, but I arrived to scene that walks the line between impressive and horrific. It is amazing what new level of destruction the locals can do in 10 minutes, in a small bathroom, with what looks like a hundred rolls of toilet paper, and water. I see a fair amount of cleaning, mopping, wiping down, and uncloging every drain in my future.
I watched the tears stream down one of the locals face as I ran the shop vac over the Legos he did not clean up in the time he was given. For far too long we have watched him skirt the edge of the consequences. With agnst and vigor he cleaned the rest of the village. He knew that I was serious. When he finished, we talked about it. Then I gave him a bag of the ones I salvaged. He hugged me. We will see what happens next time.
There is so much transition going on around the village. The act of preparing for a new arrival is… interesting. But, we are making strides. Part of the issue is that as we rearrange, configure, clear, and clean, the locals do their best to ‘help’. They also suddenly grow an intense fondness for a toy that we have not seen them play with for MONTHS. There were tears, and there will be more. Each day we are getting closer.
It seems that every time the oldest local gets a medical break, something new is called into question. Thankfully this is more of a wait and see scenario. It says a lot for her demeanor that at the age of six she can explain how x-rays work, and smile while doing so.