We are in full fledge renovation mode now. Yuck. You can imagine, as an organizing junkie and perfectionist freak, this stage does not sit well with me. To be honest, I don't even mind the dirt. I can handle that. Having 3 smaller children, you have to be able to handle dirt. (We all know that as soon as you wash the kitchen floor, someone spills orange juice.)
The disarray and chaos though...I am having a very difficult time with.
The disarray and chaos though...I am having a very difficult time with.
Like...the fact that my living room furniture is squeezed into my kitchen.
Or that my closet buckets and linen supplies are smushed up into the top of Aliahs closet.
That the rest of my closet contents lay strewn amongst my sheets and a pile of tools and who-knows-what-else!
That I have no railings going down and dirty plywood steps.
(He looks as about impressed as I am!!)
I wish it didn't bother me so much. I mean, I WAS the one asking for a change. And, in the end, it is going to be really.very.great! But now, while we live through it, I am having a ridiculously hard time.Silly. I know.
One very late night this week, as my husband worked away at all the little, essential jobs, I aimlessly walked around wondering what I could do. I hate that feeling. I didn't know where to start, didn't have CONTROL of anything. (I have issues people, issues!!) So...I decided I would christen our subfloors.
When the kids woke up the next morning, and stood around reading all the magic marker scribbled across the entire floors, inquiring "why on earth would you colour all over the floor mom? " and " what does that say mom? What does persevere mean?"
my 2yo spoke up...
"Bad momma. Bad. Paper onwy. No cowor on fwoor. Paper onwy."
my 2yo spoke up...
"Bad momma. Bad. Paper onwy. No cowor on fwoor. Paper onwy."
