Home Alone 2: Electric Boogaloo
Unlike Kevin, in this year’s sequel to Home Alone, I am not in New York but at home. Also there are no burglars that I am aware of.
Just me and the dog. For two and a half weeks.
In this year’s version, there’s no fun trip to the BlogHer conference while they are gone. And I’m not on maternity leave, so I don’t have as much free time to myself. In fact, I’ll probably take advantage of the opportunity to work overtime.
They left Thursday night for their annual trip to England without me, and I’ve spent the long weekend burning down the house um I mean throwing all their damn toys away wait no, not yet – I’ve actually been rearranging lots of furniture and getting all those jobs done that I never manage to get to. Like putting all the crystals back on the chandelier that my oldest child took to the school playground last year. Don’t even ask.
I’ve also drastically increased my media intake, since I can sort out a closet and file paperwork while watching an entire season of Mad Men, and the last few episodes of the last season of Downton Abbey, I’ve also been reading a lot. And I read the newspaper on Saturday morning while no one was bugging me.
But mostly it’s about the cleaning and organizing and sweeping. So much sweeping. Wanna see what I found under the couches? And under the bunk bed?
Sorry, I probably should have put a NSFW warning on that. Sharing my dirty secrets on my blog. To spare your eyes further, I won’t show you what the playroom looks like right now.
Jesus murphy. I better get back to work. Only two more weeks to go.