10 on Tuesday: Weekending

Yes, yes… I am cheating by combining two weekend-centric blog themes (Amanda’s “weekending” and Carole’s “10 on Tuesday” topic for the day), but given how exhausting the weekend was, I don’t have the energy to  write two posts — though certainly more than enough happened.

Why so hectic? My friend Shannon came to town for the weekend with her 12-year-old daughter Maggie, who was making her first-ever trip to DC. The government shutdown/furlough closed most of the usual DC tourist attractions, so we (along with our other local friend Joanne and her kids, much of the time) had to get a little creative to make sure she had a good visit.

1. We clowned around at Madame Tussauds, the (vaguely creepy) wax museum.

Shannon and Maggie, hanging out at the theater with President Lincoln.
Shannon and Maggie, hanging out at the theater with President Lincoln.
The closest Maggie got to meeting the Obamas this weekend.
The closest Maggie got to meeting the Obamas this weekend.
I couldn't pass up the chance to pose with WaxOvi.
I couldn’t pass up the chance to pose with WaxOvi.

2. And though I took no photos there, we also had a good time at the International Spy Museum.

(Worth noting that, while we had fun, neither of these museums came close to being as entertaining as the Smithsonian’s American History or Natural History museums. Stupid shutdown.)

3. We semi-accidentally drank margaritas as big as our heads.

When the waitress asks if you want the big margaritas, it's worthwhile to ask "How big?' before saying yes.
When the waitress asks if you want the big margaritas, it’s worthwhile to ask “How big?’ before saying yes.

4. I took Shannon and Maggie to their first-ever NHL game, and they were lucky to see a high-energy team with stellar goaltending. Unfortunately, that team was the Colorado Avalanche and not the home team. (The Caps lost 5-1.)

5. Sunday morning, I shared two of my favorite traditions with my friends — brunch on 8th Street (Ted’s Bulletin, natch) and a stroll through Eastern Market.

6. We spent the rest of Sunday doing something I didn’t even know was possible: Joanne toured us around the Pentagon, which is kind of a huge museum to the armed forces on the inside. Each service has different exhibits, and we saw lots of model planes, ships, and submarines, along with historic uniforms, weapons, and the like. No pictures, though — cameras are (understandably) verboten.

7. After we toured inside, we stopped by the 9/11 Memorial, which was beautiful, but wrenching.

The 9/11 Memorial at the Pentagon.
The 9/11 Memorial at the Pentagon.

8. I took advantage of my evening alone at home to catch up on some tv I’ve been hoarding on my DVR, and am now almost caught up on “Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.,” which I liked very much.

9. By Monday, it had stopped raining (Oh, I didn’t mention the rain? We got something like five or six inches of rain over the last week. It was a mess.) so we decided to hit the Mall — where the pathways were open, though the monuments were not, so Maggie could at least get some of the traditional tourist experience.

I spent much of this part of the weekend running around with Joanne’s five-year-old, who is far too action-oriented for strolling around. And when I say running, I mean literally running… and I can hardly walk today as a result. Ow, ow, ow.

Joanne's kids, saying hello to the Obamas through the fence.
Joanne’s kids, saying hello to the Obamas through the fence.
The government shutdown makes kids sad.
The government shutdown makes kids sad.
Our final tourist stop on a weekend full of them.
Our final tourist stop on a weekend full of them.

10. Last but not least, as Joanne deposited Shannon and Maggie at the airport, I met up with my sister-in-law for dinner and another hockey game. The Caps played better this time and came out with the win.

Caps game #2 for the weekend was a win... But Jason Chimera wanted to get the hell off the ice anyway.
Caps game #2 for the weekend was a win… But Jason Chimera wanted to get the hell off the ice anyway.

Lawd, I am exhausted all over again just writing it all down. So tell me, people who had relaxing weekends, how much rest did you get? Was it lovely?

10 on Tuesday: Chores I Hate Most

When I took this picture about six months ago, I captioned it "Harper is so deeply interested in the dishwasher. Wish I could teach her to load/empty it." I still feel that way.
When I took this picture about six months ago, I captioned it “Harper is so deeply interested in the dishwasher. Wish I could teach her to load/empty it.” I still feel that way.

I’ll admit, when I saw Carole’s prompt for today’s list — 10 chores I hate most — my first thought was “all of them!” because seriously, I don’t like housekeeping. Inconveniently, I also don’t like living in squalor, so I do enough chores to get by and throw money at the rest of them. (Translation: the cleaners come every two weeks.)

Please note that the list below, and the haphazard way I go about doing chores, in no way reflects upon my upbringing. My mother did her damnedest to make me a neat & tidy person, but I was (and am) highly resistant.

1. Taking out the garbage. Though this list is not really in order, this is my number-one most hated duty. And because my kitchen is small and therefore only fits a small garbage can, I have to do it way more often than I’d like.

2. Folding laundry. I am too OCD to just throw my clothes in the drawers unfolded, but I hate the actual process of folding them. It takes too long if I want them to look nice, and I have to do it shut up in my room alone, because the kittens think it’s playtime.

3. Putting away laundry. This is just dumb. It’s easy and fast and yet… I’ll leave a pile of folded clothes on top of the bureau until I’ve worn all but a couple of items.

4. Getting my dirty clothes into the hamper. Despite the fact that it’s mere feet from my bed, where I usually sit while getting changed, my dirty clothes always end up on the floor. It’s like there’s a magnet or something.

5. Cleaning the bathroom. This is part one of why I decided to hire cleaners.

6. Mopping the floors. And this is part two.

7. Emptying the dishwasher. Like the stacked-and-folded laundry, I’ll just use dishes out of the machine rather than emptying it, even though it takes less time than making a pot of coffee. (Yes, I’ve timed it.)

8. Picking up after cooking. I don’t consider cooking itself a chore, probably because it’s something I like to do, but dang… I hate cleaning up afterward. And I often take the lazy way out and just throw a whole pot of leftovers in the fridge rather than putting it in a more appropriate container.

9. Watering the plants. To say I hate this is an overstatement, but the fact that I forget to do it until everything is droopy suggests I don’t like it enough to keep it top-of-mind.

10. Dealing with the mail. I dislike sorting/organizing/recycling the mail so much it already has a blog post of its very own.

What about you? What chores drive you bonkers? Tell me in the comments!