I was a busy lady this weekend. I've been cleaning since Justin left for the deer woods Friday afternoon. I washed and ironed the curtains in our bedroom, washed all the bed linens for our bed and Katelyn's bed. Katelyn and I cleaned her unbelievably dirty room (seriously, I wish I had pictures to send to the KNWA uggliest room contest. It was that bad!) You can actually see the floor in there now and all of her clothes are hanging in her closet. I also did all of our laundry that was hopelessly behind thanks to our busy lives. I cleaned our living room and kitchen in preparation for the Thanksgiving company. Anyway, needless to say we were very busy. We did take a moment out of our cleaning frenzy to visit storytime at the Fayetteville library on Saturday morning and Katelyn liked it. She liked playing with the puzzles more than the storytime but she always enjoys our trips there. We checked out several horse books that she has enjoyed flipping through several times since Saturday.
We also made a short trip to Rudy, AR yesterday to Crockrum's Meat Processing. Don't get too excited...Justin did not kill another deer. His friend Denver did. It was an 8 point. I was supposed to be studying but it was such short notice that we all just jumped in the car and took off. Regretfully, I did not spend enough time on my senior project to get rid of the nagging and stressful feeling in the pit of my stomach. I did find a great clip on YouTube for my presentation today however. This helps a little bit.
Anyway, you may be wondering what the title of this post has to do with cleaning and deer processing. Well, this is how it ties in even though I am really embarassed by the beginning of the story. Truthfully, our kitchen table is the first thing inside the door from our garage. Our washer and dryer are in the garage so when you get the clothes out of the dryer they tend to end up on our kitchen table until someone has a chance to fold them or unti they get worn again. Many clothing pieces have been lost in the humungous mound of clothes. Anyway, on my cleaning spree this weekend I was able to tackle the mound and rid our kitchen of it. We ate dinner at our kitchen table for the first time in months. (Isn't that awful?) I made breakfast for dinner including hash browns, sausage links, and french toast with chocolate milk. We were enjoying our meal when I saw a lightening bug fall off the ceiling and crawl across the table towards Katelyn. Justin jumped up and starting swatting the bug every chance he got. By this time Katelyn was hanging on to my arm for dear life. She is terrified of bugs. Justin killed the bug in her chair and swept it up before she could see it. When she discovered that daddy killed the bug she said as seriously as possible, "Thank you for saving my life daddy!" The rest just speaks for itself....