I started on my daughter's room. They are both at the Grands at this point and she doesn't freak out over change. Her bed was in the middle of the floor, nothing in the dresser, the closet hadn't been cleaned out from when we moved in over seven years ago and DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN it was trashed. All told I netted six 33 gallon bags of trash and three large boxes for GoodWilll. My roommate rearranged the furniture and we moved her desk and art supplies upstairs in the corner I cleaned out for her. So I also have more room in my sewing/office area (more on that in another post).
|We did not paint/wallpaper this room. It came like this.|
|Sewing machine now on her desk, and yes, she has a huge fish tank.|
|In the hallway, the SECOND wave of stuff from her room.|
So the kids get home, Felicity is thrilled with the new arrangement, YAY! I have to get up early on Fridays to pick up my share at the farmer's market, so since I was awake and Simon was home I started on his room. This way he's involved and I won't have to deal with emotional melt down over changes made (Simon has some idiosyncrasies that we've had to work on, and he seems to have inherited my anxiety issues.... weee). Felicity decides to help and I have her take Simon's now, mostly empty (since the fish died) one gallon tank to the bathroom. She drops it. ICKY EVERYWHERE. Lovely. I tell her to go out on the back porch to grab the mop and bucket. What I don't realize is there is more than one mop and bucket. So I decide to take that one out to the trash (it was used in another epic cleaning) and, even while holding the hand rail, I slipped, landed on my behind, and slid halfway down the stairs.
ouch ouch ouch
Ouch. PAIN. So much pain. My husband comes rushing around the corner, Felicity's going "ARE YOU OK??", and Simon starts wailing. I'm still mentally assessing whether or not I've just made my back injury worse or if its just gonna be one of those hurt for a couple weeks situations. After missing two days of work, it looks like the latter.
But wait, THERE'S MORE! Normal, sane people would stop cleaning at this point. But obviously I'm neither normal or sane. Instead, I waited the 25 minutes for the meds to kick in and went back to work. I told you this was an epic cleaning frenzy, right? Yeah, it was. Three more bags of trash and two huge boxes of toys to donate. Oh, and while I was at it I found a new bed for Simon's room that's a loft style with a desk underneath. Husband went and picked it up and everything! Then we had A Talk reminding him what we do for a living. (When asked what I do, my kids say "She kicks people off the internet" and its not UNtrue, exactly. Pay your internet bills people.)
So, long story short, that's why I haven't gotten any sewing done. What did you do?