On Friday the 13th of June, Daniel and I had a special weekend planned. It got crushed when he fell out of a tree and broke his arm. Since then, he’s been in a cast and sling for 3 weeks, and then a brace until now.

If you ask, he will tell you he’s alright. But he’s mentioned to me that when he walks, its this weird feeling of his bone moving back and fourth. Because its completely broken. His doctor said he didn’t need surgery, unless he wanted surgery, and my husband was doing great at sticking it out. But he’s not the type of man who likes to be pinned down for long periods of time.

So after 2 weeks of the brace, he changed his mind. He wants the surgery. The surgery was scheduled for July 28th. His birthday. Considering we now didn’t have as much extra cash, we didn’t have a whole lot planned for his birthday anyway, so he didn’t mind. Epically since the sooner he gets the surgery, sooner he can recover from it and go right to Physical Therapy.

And since I have to work the day following his surgery, at 6:30 no less, my mother in law is kind enough to watch the kids overnight so I can get enough sleep, and ensure I get to work on time. So what am I going to do with the free time?

CLEAN. DEEP CLEAN.

I’ve made myself a list of things that need to get done badly. Things that have been neglected with me working and Daniel only having one arm. I want to ensure that when he comes home on Tuesday, its in a nice clean environment that’s relaxing to recover in. Toys that are going on 5-6 months not played with will be going to Goodwill, clutter will be gone through and will be dispersed where it needs to go, or thrown away.

I always find it easier to clean the house top to bottom when I’m the only one home. I can put on my music ( and not be made fun of) and just zone out, taking breaks when I need to, eating when I need to and ect.

Did I Suceed?

Well, considering Daniels surgery took much longer than expected (due to where his nerves were) I did. I completed a good chunk while he was in surgery, and then I finished up that night when I couldn’t sleep. Daniel and I aren’t typically apart. In our 15 years of marriage, I can only count a handful of times when we had to sleep in separate places, and typically that’s been due to hospital stays. And typically, neither of us can sleep real well when that happens.

Needless to say, Daniel got to come home to a clean, 90% decluttered home. There’s a few things that Daniel just has to do, either due to his height, or it being his stuff that he wasn’t clear what he wanted to do with yet. But overall, it looks loads better. And fingers crossed between both my children and myself, it is in a state where it can just be maintained.