Yesterday I spent the day starting the switch over from summer to winter. I put this off because it mostly involves a lot of climbing the ladder to our attic. The ladder is too short. So once you get the box up there you have to do a gymnastic move to hoist yourself in every single time. Plus also going into the attic is dangerous when there isn't another adult around.
That reminds me of the time I had to go into the attic recently. Lee was playing in the garage with a big bag of flashlights so I figured I had a few seconds and if I made it quick I'd be ok. I was up there I swear for thirty seconds and when I turned to go down Lee had climbed to the top of the ladder and was stuck. I mean the very top too. I was stuck in the attic because the top of the ladder is the landing spot for the gymnastics you have to do to get down from the attic. I was up there thinking when Lee started to try to get himself down from the ladder. Terrifying. Scary enough that I had the motivation to lower myself with the strength of my arms inch by inch around Lee and get my footing without knocking him. Then I carried him down myself. That child is part monkey.
So despite my monkey boy I figured it was time to start. Plus also Greg was cold and wanted a coat. I started by picking up all the garbage in the back yard. While I was at it I scooped dog poop up from the back yard. The kids were starting to step in it so I figured there was too much out there. Hoo boy was that a big task. After that it was time to start shuttling old clothing around. Charlotte and Greg had clothing go into the attic in several different bins and all the outside winter clothing came down was sorted and some went back up. Turns out his coat from last winter is too small, but Sam's club had some on sale later.
It feels so good to do that sort of job for me. I love to put things in their places. Probably that's why I don't mind folding and putting laundry away. It is a special perk though when I do a job like this that is going to stay done. I'm not going to turn around tomorrow to find out that someone has gotten into the attic and messed with everything. Nobody has that sort of commitment. Or upper body strength.
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I think you'll need to teach Percie to pull around Dan's climbing crash pad and stand by whatever Lee climbs next - might be the only way to insure his safety....Glad you both made it down safely.
I hate that job. But I hate doing laundry. I also don't keep anything in our attic because I know I would never be properly motivated to climb up there and get anything. My kids would probable go without coats.
I'm making myself sound so lazy!
You are a gymnast! Maybe you're part monkey, too. Maybe that's where Lee gets it.
I'm sure you are careful. My job is to worry about a fall. That kid can really climb!!!! g-jane
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