Snow day here in Cleveland. Our homeschool co-op is canceled. I was so glad not to have to dig out and get on the road. That being said, our house is in total shambles. We are having the living room painted, and the guy we hired got as far as the trim yesterday. He was supposed to be here today but it’s treacherous out there..so he probably won’t make it ’til tomorrow.
One more day of harsh yellow.
Back in Virginia, I had the perfect shade of yellow on our walls. I loved it so much. And I have not been able to replicate it. Colors are either too light, or too garish, and I’ve given up my yellow dream. Maybe another day, in another house…it will happen. Soon the living room will be “cappiccino,” with white trim. My sister had those colors in her last apartment and they looked really nice.
Everything from the living room is now in the dining room. A total mess. Today I am going to mercilessly go through it all, chucking everything that isn’t useful.
I wrote a post recently about what a wreck my house is. Just writing it freed me. As soon as I hit “publish” I suddenly had the energy to clear space. I went through closets, and cleaned the bathroom, and vacuumed. I carried a garbage bag around for days, chucking stuff. Three full bags of crap we’ll never miss went to the curb. I don’t know….it was weird. I’d been so stuck, and suddenly I wasn’t. Then, Todd got wind of a guy who paints, someone at work recommended him, and he had a couple of days RIGHT NOW or we’d have to wait ’til spring so we went for it.
AND…last year my sister got me a gift certificate for a cleaning service (two hours, four people come in and deep clean everything) and they called and said, “Yo..loser…you have not used your gift certificate and it will expire,” so they are coming next week.
Soon, everything will be all spiffy and sparkly.
My goal is be able to manifest what I want, without having to sink into despair, have a mini-meltdown, feel completely lost and overwhelmed first, before feeling like it’s justified.
That will be so cool. I’m this close.
Pics of our babies on the wall in the upstairs hall. BTW…that’s not my wallpaper (LOL).
Gotta go tackle that dining room.