The series so far:
Seven Seconds
Second Seven Seconds
As you probably remember, I didn’t get finished with the living room in an hour. Shocker. Therefore, this sequel is needed.
The timer stands at 1 hour, 3 minutes. And the tree is still up, and the recliner is still full of clothes. sigh
Yesterday, while the girls were here, I made sure I told PP that Christmas was over. “Chwissmas obeh??” Yes, Darling, Christmas is over for now. We will have Christmas again later, at the end of the year. “Chwissmas obeh??” she repeated, still in shock. Yes, baby, it is.
So, I had her take the last 3 ornaments off the tree, and put them away in the tub. I hoped that letting her do the final step, would help her transition from Christmas to “not Chwissmas.”
Time elapsed: 10 minutes. She was a bit reluctant!
Then I had her help me recycle a stack of flattened boxes off the dining room table. (Oops! That’s not living room! Well, it kinda is, so let it alone.)
Time elapsed: 30 minutes. Why so long?? Well, we had to load the boxes into our arms. 7 minutes, because she wanted to hold ALL the boxes! And she couldn’t, so after we she picked them up off the floor, we had to start over. Then, I have to take the stairs slow, another 5 minutes. Opening the recycling, and her putting the boxes in, 18 minutes. Are you serious??? Yep! She is very methodical about her work! Each box had to go in separately. Apparently they were singles, not mates. (Box, not sox, Jen!)
Gwandma Wose came over to help me load the girls into Vanronica. PP had to be sure and inform her that “Chwissmas obeh, and Sanna gone.”
The timer is now up to 1 hour, 43 minutes.
And the call went out to my men. I need help putting the tree away, guys!
Tonight, my trusty helper, SF answered the call! He came, he conquered! The Christmas tree is sadly packed away for another year.
Another 15 minutes added on. It would have been less, but he had to walk all the way across the WHOLE porch, into the workshop! Poor guy! His feet must have blisters on ’em now!
An hour, and 58.
Oh yeah! I almost forgot what Pop did! He brought in the front door wreath, and entombed buried placed it in the storage tub. 1 1/2 mins. I think we’ll just round up there!
Oh no!!! We forgot to pack up the “angel” tree topper!!
Please dear GOD let PP forget this by Dec!!! Too bad, it’s trash now!!
Time: 2 hours on the dot!! I knew it! And we’re STILL not done!
Hopefully we will all survive the deprivation of Christmas, for the next 11 months!
The last tackle: the recliner full of clothes, or as I like to call it, “the clothes hamper in the living room.” I want so bad! to just end the post now. But, gotta get it dun dun. (Anybody else hear Mama say “DO IT NOW!!” ????)
And, I hate ta tell ya this, but… What? You forgot something else. What?? Look up. 
Oh, bother! Well, that’s just gonna have to go with the dining room part! Putting up the laundry is all I’m gonna be able to do this month week day hour.
(Work, sweat, pant, huff, puff, stomp, hang, fold, put away…)
Only 11 minutes?? Are you kiddin me?? Wow, that’s amazing! Just don’t let Shirley find out that you put the woven basket of hand-me-down clothes in the girls’ room to sort out later! Shhhh! Blabbermouth!
There!! Doesn’t that look so much better! I culled out 3 items- 1 pr pants that were so tight, PP couldn’t even get her calves in- but they were 6x! Her size! I know, I know!! And a sweater that PPJr had to wear one day, as an emergency, but is too big! And a 10-12 Christmas shirt. They all went into the “Can these be worn later by a growing baby/girl?” part of my closet.
Final total for living room: 2 hours, 11 minutes. (The clothes I stashed in their room will just have to go on their total!)
Time to reward myself!! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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