No fancy (completed) DIY projects for me to share at the moment. Just a whole lotta keeping up the home is what is happening in these parts.
Before you judge my dirty home. Let it be known…ummm…nevermind. Go ahead and judge. S’ok. I’ll still love you.
Here’s the deal. Everyday I look into two little faces and hear tick-tock-tick-tock and I realize time is just passin’ us by and I better seize the moments. The days are L-O-N-G, but the weeks are short and the years are even shorter. Really, how does that happen?
I am practicing slowing down and seeing the world from the perspective of a 4-year-old and a 2-year-old. They don’t seem to notice a dirty kitchen or a mountain of laundry until they are out of pink socks.
So. I have decided I’ll work on the stench of dirty laundry and wash those crusty dishes when my kids
are grown-ups. go to bed.
Remember earlier this week, when I posted about family time at Blackhawk?
While we were out livin’ it up, enjoying the beautiful weather and watching ducks, there was a messy situation brewing at home.
This is the playroom from my iphone’s perspective.
I gotta clear the memory card on the “real camera” cuz this is just plain awful!
Even The Hub noticed the new door coverings. Now that’s sayin’ somethin’!
I have big plans for this room, it’s just really low on my list.
My girls did some decorating of their own while I was cleaning and drilling and hammering and sweating and swearing and…
Now for the really bad part.
Don’t you hate laundry? Just say yes.
Laundry is what looms over my head promising to make a failure out of me every. single. day.
Laundry and dishes are like dogs and young’uns. They
can’t shouldn’t be ignored.
Today I have beaten down the enemy.
There’s always tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day….
I also put another coat of paint on a bed frame.
This project has taken over The Hub’s man cave. It has been a work-in-progress for about 50 years.
Even my procrastinator husband is starting to wonder if this will ever be done.
Turns out having two procrastinators living under one roof is not good.
In spite of my procrastination, I can’t wait to get this bed painted and put the finishing touches on the room for my young’un. She’s gonna love it.
There you have it. My week. Minus the dirty dishes.
I promise you, we had those too.