We are halfway through tax season and I haven’t gotten much done. Sure we moved a few rooms around, but in years past I have always completed a huge project while my CPA husband whiled his time away in his office day and night. A couple of years ago I built a whole room onto the house while his back was turned.
By this time last year I had redecorated the living room and was sweeping through the house like a wildfire cleaning and remodeling.
This year all I have done is move some clothes that no longer fit me from my closet to a pile in my bedroom. There it sits, taunting me and reminding me of my failure as a homemaker.
My four girls and I all made plans to redo their rooms and freshen up their style from preteen to blossoming young woman. Out with the bunny rabbits and pink bows, in with the vintage cameras and computer equipment. Once all of their cleaning out is finished we will start painting their rooms. I am hoping that the paint fumes will wake me out of my slumber and help me get a few things of my own done.
My boys’ bathroom is high on my list. Besides the smell in there, which is horrific, the storage needs to be addressed. With 5 boys sharing the world’s smallest bathroom, I need to get creative about cabinets and drawers. The challenge is that whatever I put in there has to be virtually indestructible. As much as I love IKEA, their products don’t hold up under the stress of 5 boys in one bathroom. Anything I put in that bathroom must be something that can withstand moisture, pressure, weight, heat, cold, and science experiments with toothpaste. I may have to contact NASA to see if they have any ideas.
I am hoping to get a few things done this weekend…..maybe get that pile of clothes moved from my bedroom to the back of my van. There it will stay for another month until I can no longer take it and I drive myself to the nearest drop center for donations. All of my thrifty, resale friends will nag me until I am eventually forced to make myself a t-shirt that says, “Yes, I threw it away instead of reselling it. So kill me.”
Gee that sounds a little hostile. I really love my friends and I appreciate their thriftiness. Maybe I should just relax for one more weekend before I get out the paint brushes and tarps. So what if that clothes pile in my bedroom sits there for another week. As long as the show Hoarders doesn’t show up I’ll be OK.
Have a great weekend!