Blake helped me make some spring sugar cookies, which for the first time in 3 years (ever since I’ve lived at a high altitude) actually turned out. Even though they are just cookies, it was a huge feat to actually bake a batch that I didn’t have to throw away.
I also made some Easter buckets for the ladies I visit teach. Target’s dollar spot provided the buckets, and everything looks cuter when wrapped in clear cellophane.
I wanted to do something for my parents for watching Blake for a month while I did my yoga teacher training. I remembered how my mom always commented on how much she loved the watercolor painting I did for our house. So, I painted them a similar watercolor, only using more earth tones that would fit their home better . Don’t worry, I didn’t do this all in one week. I’m not superwoman. I only finished it this week. Now I just have to figure out how to ship it since I painted on nice heavyweight watercolor paper that will not bend or roll.
And last, but by no means least, I tackled some major spring cleaning projects. I spent three days washing all of our windows inside and out, pulling weeds, raking the yard, dusting lofty places that I’m pretty sure have never been dusted, spraying the dirt off of our siding, moving around furniture, and cleaning indoor light fixtures. Our dishwasher also broke (which is thankfully getting fixed tomorrow), which left me with hours of washing dishes by hand.
However, my most noteworthy accomplishment was cleaning our mini-blinds row by row by row. I seriously now loathe looking at anything that even resembles some sort of window blind. Again, in several of the windows, it looked like the mini-blinds had probably never been dusted or cleaned. And our house is 17 years old. One tool that aided in this process was the use of this microfiber cleaning glove. If you are going to be attempting this project anytime soon, I would recommend the glove for at least partial sanity.
After all this, I complain about being exhausted and about how I haven’t sat down all week, but the truth is, I feel completely wonderful about myself when I have been productive. It must be a disease I have. I am so grateful for the energy that I have been given, for a toddler that has begun to entertain himself more and more, and for easy access to Home Depot.