Spring Cleaning and Birthday Parties

As the sun slows its decent below the horizon, evaporating the chill of winter, many of us are gripped by the urge to spring clean.

Usually this would begin around September but, if you’re a little OCD like me in the house cleaning department, by the time the annual spring clean rolls around, it’s far too late. Therefore, the first following year, I did it in August, the next, July until, heck, I was spring cleaning in June when there was nothing springy about it.

This year, however, I was snowed under with other stuff and had to watch my house transform before my eyes. Entering the ensuite would send a small shudder of horror at the site of the rapidly darkening ceiling as something grew across it.

Finally, around rolled the holidays and I pushed up my sleeves and got stuck in. The warm weather enabled the entire family’s bedding, including duvet and pillow inners, to be washed and dried in one day. I was on such a roll one day, I ran out of washing powder and Googled if using dish washing detergent would suffice. (It does, although check if it contains bleach first).

It’s a good feeling ticking off each room but, in order to achieve this – especially in the kids’ rooms, I needed to cheat a little. You see my kids are like magpies and accumulate a lot of things.

This year, Master Nine was ruthless and decided he’d outgrown most of his toys, much to the twin’s delight but there was no space in their room for new things – it took a whole six hours in itself to tidy and sort all the tiny bits and pieces that a little girl, especially, likes to collect. It was during this, I had the idea of recycling these small toys as prizes at their approaching birthday party so I put two bags aside. But there was a whole heap more.

Imagine a flurry of surplus ‘stuff’ being thrown out of each room into a rapidly growing pile in the hall and snow balling its way up (with great force) the stairs, culminating in a grand heap in the lounge. The idea was to spend my evenings sorting through this pile while watching tv. However, such was my cleaning frenzy still taking place elsewhere, this didn’t happen. The lounge had become a treasure trove and my deadline had arrived.

Games of statues, pass the parcel and musical cushions needed to be carried out here and, after I tucked my excited soon-to-be seven-year-olds into bed, I stood looking at the chaos before me in despair. I may have had a sparkling clean junk-free house but the lounge was a tip.

There was nothing for it but to transfer the pile to the garage. I loaded up the washing basket, filled rubbish sacks and made the trip down three flights of stairs, dumped it and returned. Up-down, up-down. Finally after around 15 trips and giving the lounge a jolly good hoover, I was done.

The next day the guests descended and my pristine house was soon turned upside-down. When it came to the game prizes, I wasn’t sure how it would go down but, judging by the kids’ reactions as they rifled through the selection, they thought it was Christmas. In fact their enthusiasm must’ve been contagious for I had to stop my two from reclaiming their own toys.

It’s hard to keep an eye on what everyone is up to and it wasn’t until after they’d left and I’d followed the trail of chips to the twin’s room, I discovered the Fanta spilt through Miss Seven’s bed. By then I was totally over spring cleaning and not at all enthused about re-washing the bedding, albeit with proper washing powder this time.

They may’ve trashed my house but the ceilings were still white and, hey, I recon I’ve got the family’s entire Christmas shopping in my garage just waiting to be sorted and re-gifted.