I hadn't planned

on cleaning the basement! - not with the way my house looks, but when I heard the scream from downstairs and yelled, "are you allright", as I ran down the steps; he answered quickly, "yeah, but I broke that big think that used to be in Danielle's room". As soon as I got down there I remembered, oh yea that thing that has been down there since her 16th B-day party (she just turned 18). Tall cylinder filled with water and plastic fish now in shards and water everywhere, including all over the drum set and the rug under the drum set. So we spent the better part of an hour cleaning up the mess. I'm supposed to be sanding, putting and binning the woodwork in the living room so what the hell am I doing on here? practicing avoidance? I managed to throw in a load of laundry on the way up - no easy task either - especially with a boy - you have to look at every piece of clothing before you put it in and spray almost every inch of it in hopes of those grape juice and dirt stains coming out, some pieces look like they should be thrown out but they wash up pretty good luckily. Okay enough stalling, time to sand and vacuum that woodwork - for 1/2 and hr. then i have to go pick up the boy at the movies, and i wonder why nothing gets done around here.