Oy, another one of those work intensive days. Yet another room has been torn apart in readiness for wood floor to be put in. This of course means that everything…….stress that….EVERYTHING from that room is now strewn about the rest of the house. Now we ARE talking about the girls room. Do you know, have any idea, what two teen girls can accumulate in their short lifetime? Zoe is the biggest of the pack-rats and even has a need to save a bag…..yes a bag of the paper variety…that she received her encouragement notes in at World Changers. Why do visions of her on Oprah discussing her OCD behaviors of hoarding and the 33 cats she has living with her come to mind? She may be beautiful but she is quirky.
Kelsey is more prone to stream lining. She has made attempts but with Zoe as a room mate it hasn’t been something she can maintain. I think she mainly looks forward to her brother eventually moving out just for the chance to get her own room. Once she does have her own….it will be interesting to see what kind of contrast does show up.
Anyway…I digress. Bob doesn’t start putting the wood in until tomorrow night. In the meantime with a bare room….and I’m talking bare….down to the subfloor….the kids and I get to paint today. It used to be that I did all the painting solo. How nice to have kids that now can grab a brush and pitch in. Do they like it? Yeah right….and they sprint to the sink to see who gets the honor of doing dishes too.
Bob figures he should be done with the floor by Friday and then we can get them all moved into their room again. I will be one happy lady to have my house back. The obstacle course we have to maneuver to get around now really leads to many bruises as one bumps into various corners and such. Not to mention a cat scaling the highest points in the room which, is presently the mattresses up on end, so she can perch and scare everyone. Wicked little kitty.
Why am I rambling on about all this? Maybe, because the attempt to spruce up the house kind of feels like life sometimes. Tearing out the old and replacing it with new and improved conditions. I know in my life there have been times I’ve been down to the foundation in an attempt to rebuild. This was not a bad thing. As a result the foundation is sturdier.
I used to be a pack-rat in my life. Not materially like Zoe but in the hurts that I suffered. Was that ever a freeing experience to toss that trash out of my attic and corners. It has made lots of room for some really spectacular things to enter. Oh, there are still one or two items that linger. But, I don’t go to those rooms all that often and I am hopeful I will toss those before long as well.
So, I’m 48 years old and my framework is finally doing so much better praise God. But oy….cosmetically……there ain’t enough paint in the world.
Kelsey is more prone to stream lining. She has made attempts but with Zoe as a room mate it hasn’t been something she can maintain. I think she mainly looks forward to her brother eventually moving out just for the chance to get her own room. Once she does have her own….it will be interesting to see what kind of contrast does show up.
Anyway…I digress. Bob doesn’t start putting the wood in until tomorrow night. In the meantime with a bare room….and I’m talking bare….down to the subfloor….the kids and I get to paint today. It used to be that I did all the painting solo. How nice to have kids that now can grab a brush and pitch in. Do they like it? Yeah right….and they sprint to the sink to see who gets the honor of doing dishes too.
Bob figures he should be done with the floor by Friday and then we can get them all moved into their room again. I will be one happy lady to have my house back. The obstacle course we have to maneuver to get around now really leads to many bruises as one bumps into various corners and such. Not to mention a cat scaling the highest points in the room which, is presently the mattresses up on end, so she can perch and scare everyone. Wicked little kitty.
Why am I rambling on about all this? Maybe, because the attempt to spruce up the house kind of feels like life sometimes. Tearing out the old and replacing it with new and improved conditions. I know in my life there have been times I’ve been down to the foundation in an attempt to rebuild. This was not a bad thing. As a result the foundation is sturdier.
I used to be a pack-rat in my life. Not materially like Zoe but in the hurts that I suffered. Was that ever a freeing experience to toss that trash out of my attic and corners. It has made lots of room for some really spectacular things to enter. Oh, there are still one or two items that linger. But, I don’t go to those rooms all that often and I am hopeful I will toss those before long as well.
So, I’m 48 years old and my framework is finally doing so much better praise God. But oy….cosmetically……there ain’t enough paint in the world.
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