Down To The Details

Hello. I'm tired.

In the last three days I've pretty much sorted, purged, cleaned and other wise de-junked my house. There are a few spots and corners, a cabinet here, a drawer here, but over all, done.

Spring cleaning psycho? Love spring cleaning?

Um, NO!

Matter of fact, I pretty much don't like to clean. On top of that, I'm pretty lazy about letting junk and clutter pile up. There are just a lot of other things to do that seem more important than sorting out that box of stuff or that corner of the basement or whatever. But then, all of a sudden, my two years are up and it's time.

Time for what?

To renew my foster care license. Now, don't misunderstand. I have the county coming in and out of my house all year, a very bare minimum of once a month. Depending on the kids we have and their therapies and visits and such, it can be every day. Right now, with Little One, we get two official visits from the case worker ever month. We get at least two visits a week from visitation workers, now, they don't come into my house and walk around and look around like a case worker does, but they do step in the door and check it out. The case worker we have right now even looks inside my fridge on her visits.

This is our inspection from the state. They are a bit more intense. They check out my basement and storage area. They check out every single room in the house. They test my smoke detectors, flush toilets, run the water, check in the fridge, and on and on and on.

So it's a little stressing. Mostly it's stressing because I let things go a little between the inspections, so every two years I get in this frenzy of mad cleaning and sorting and de-junking to pull it all together before they come over.

Every time, I love it when it's over. I'm already loving it. But, I'm hating doing it. I'm good the first day. The second day, I feel like, okay, if I just really buckle down, I can do this. The third day I think, okay, that's good enough. By the fourth day, I start saying, it's good enough, you don't like it? go ahead, take my placements.

I get a little tired of it by the end. The real issue isn't that I'm so stinking tired, it's that I see how much more I could, I should do, and I don't want to. Right now, it's looking pretty good, all pulled together, but I walk into each room and think, okay, that spot needs to be cleaned up better or more.

And back to other things I'd rather be doing. I got my first assignments today. The books should be here by the end of the week. This is not going to be a walk in the park. This is going to be a serious challenge, some real work and I hope, a great out come. That said, in between deadlines, I may blog less, or maybe more if I'm procrastinating or having a mental block.

Tomorrow I'll be doing the run around thing all day. It should be a good, but long day. Mom Time in the morning, Little Miss to school, Little One to Children's, Little Mr. to choir and then an evening of chatting with Miss G. Should be something. Wednesday morning I'll be re cleaning a bunch of places in the house and waiting for the inspectors. But I know how it is, they always come early, so I'll be ready, forms signed, floors cleaned.