Last week I decided that having my own workspace-an office if you will-where I could go and write is something I needed. For nearly two years my workspace was in my living room. When I was pregnant with Evan we converted our office to his bedroom. It was fine for a while-but for the last six months or so it’s bugged me to no end. We live in a townhouse-I really love it-it’s quite spacious but growing up in Florida we didn’t realize how great having a basement would be-so we didn’t buy one that had a basement-needless to say we’ve quickly out grown our home.
But I digress…
Last week I decided to get my own office my boys would need to share a room. The most feasible option was the master bedroom. My husband was on board-he usually is with my crazy ideas and so we set out to do the switch. A few weeks ago we decided that we’d lay laminate flooring in Michael’s bedroom, having already purchased the flooring we decided to paint too. So last week I began painting his room (which would become ours) and getting things ready. Over the weekend my husband laid the floor.
Those two tasks-the painting and laying of the floor our big jobs in and of themselves; but we suffer from a syndrome known as over-achiverism. This syndrome causes you to think you can do more with the time you have-so we decided to also paint the hallway and stairs, the downstairs bathroom, and the master bedroom.
On Monday I painted the downstairs bath, on Tuesday and Wednesday I set out to start the switch-a-roo. I realize now, that I wont get to paint the master bedroom until maybe next week (that will be the boys bedroom) but I have now managed to get us mostly switched and my office is as put together as it’s going to get-for now. I am currently maintaining an organized chaos- a few days ago my house looked like a dump. Yesterday morning I couldn’t even walk into my new office with out having to leap over things and the master bedroom was a concoction of toys, books, and pretty much everything else. All of our closests have been switched and organized and aside from the beds we’re all moved in to our new rooms.
The mess was my own personal madness. Mess makes me stressed. I become moody and cranky-I feel like I can’t see straight, let alone think straight. I went to bed around two thirty this morning and was up an hour ago going through my to do list – I’m hosting a Twilight party this Saturday so on top of everything else I’ve that to get ready for. I’m feeling much better today and will work on getting things organized for my party-just as soon as I clean my sofa-unless you have kids-you really have no idea how a sofa can get so many little stains and look like its ten years old-when in reality it’s barely four.
Adieu for now. My “to do” list isn’t nearly as long as it was on Monday but it could still go head to head with Santa’s “good” list!
I’ll post pictures of it all soon.0