Did you ever have one of those dreams where you’re trying to get somewhere, or do something, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t? That’s how I’m beginning to feel about my house. I was finally finishing up some tasks, only to walk into the playroom and find this on the wall.
Thank you wall tracks, thank you 3M, but most of all, thank you children, for once in your life, not asking me to do every little thing for you and just ripping the tracks right off the wall, thus leaving me with this. Your rare burst of independence astounds me.
I can’t even remember the name of the paint in this room, and yet, I know there is none left since I already went looking for it when I was just toying with the idea of painting the den. Where was that damn, know-it-all Martha Stewart and her house tips, when I needed her (and why didn’t I think of this on my own? I swear she’s a genius)?
And then, there is the old cliche, mom always said, don’t play ball in the house, which my children must have not of heard before, until a shattering picture in the hallway got their attention. My picture, a Home Goods find, was one of a matching pair (read, no way to replace). It used to hang above this one. By no means was it priceless, but it was a perfect fit for the foyer, which was a completed room. Now, I have to find something else.
Do you see what I mean? Circles.
Despite the constant setbacks, I’ve been MIA most of the week because I have been trying to get the house ready for sale. Spring has sprung and I want to get the house on the market, but we don’t even have a realtor, yet. This time around, I’ve gotten a few recommendations, but I have to tell you, I’m really worried about ending up with another dud.
In the meantime, though, I finally got around to caulking the bathroom and then painting all my downstairs trim, including two doors, which badly needed to be refreshed. Not very exciting work, to say the least, but something that needed to be done, considering the trim has served as a guard rail for the many car and monster truck events that have taken place in my house. Surprisingly (annoyingly), this task took all day, and of course, as I was painting trim, the rest of the house went to hell (more circles).
My husband also took a day off this week to clean out the garage. The best way I can describe it, peaceful. It’s pathetic that I have to escape to the garage to find some open, uncluttered space.
With the garage clean and the trim spotless, we have a narrow window to get this house shown before it all goes to hell, again. I think I’ll make some phone calls, today.
And finally, after weeks of walking around with my legs feeling like sausages stuffed in my, what used to be, fat jeans (which are now, just fit jeans), I’ve, again, made working out a priority. Falling off the exercise bandwagon for an extended period of time is depressing. Despite all my past hard work, stopping it, resulted in a total regression to fat jeans. Of course, serving as an official taste tester of all my childrens’ food didn’t help much, either.
Once I get back on the exercise train, I come to the conclusion that it makes me feel and look better. I’m not quite at this point, yet, but I will be once the jeans start to fit easier. In the meantime, I’ve been employing some Pinterest inspiration to get me through the hardest part of the workout, starting it.