This week we’ve decided to move rooms around, our semi-annual effort to make 11 people fit into a relatively small house. My problem is that the kids keep growing up and turning into adults which is annoying and, if I may say so, rude. I give them a perfectly fine space for a 12 year old and then just a few years go by and they are all huge and their clothes are all enormous and they no longer fit in the space I so generously gave them.
This week I have let go of my beautiful guest house living room. It was so cute and cozy and a romantic luxury that I held dear to my heart. But I’m not bitter.
It had become clear that Hope, my 18 year old who had been sharing a room with 2 sisters, needed some privacy. A small space to call her own. So we made a plan. And in order for the magnitude of the complication of it all to really come across in a blog you have to read this next paragraph as fast as you can and all in one breath. Ready? Go.
I move my sewing room/shop into the guest house living room while Hope moves her bed and all of her possessions into the little back room where I used to sew then the guest house living room has to be emptied and everything put somewhere else especially the couch which we decided to move into my bedroom but we had to take out the couch that was in there and put it into James’ office then find a place to move the recliner (that is nearly falling apart) from his office until we can take it away then rearrange the room where Hope used to live for the 2 girls that are still in there. Furniture flying. Stuff everywhere. Calgon take me away!
We started it all on Sunday and by yesterday I was walking around the house pressing my palms on my temples and saying, “I can’t think. I can’t think.”
There is scrapbook stuff all over my bedroom, piles of things we don’t know what to do with on the school table, for some reason the girls decided it would also be a good time to clean out their closets so we’ve got huge bags of clothes in the living room ready to go to the thrift stores and all I want to do is find a clean place to hide.
Last night as I went to the guest house/shop to fill a few orders I discovered that Faith and Patience had snuck over there and straightened it all up for me. The bags of trash are gone and the place is ready for work. Sweet relief. Faith and Patience are my new favorites. That is, until someone else cleans up something for me. My affection can be bought, sometimes as cheaply as wiping off the kitchen counter.
It should all be finished by the weekend and I will be able to put thoughts together again. Hope will be securely in her new room, the new shop will be running smoothly and my school table will be clear of clutter.
In the meantime, I’ll be hiding in my closet.