The house has been a mess for too long now.
Even though I hated it, I could still handle it when it was just the loft. Heaven knows it was bad. Really, really bad.
Yes, it was that bad when we started clearing the clutter back in April. And even worse before. There was cat pee, cat vomit and other nasty stuff that had never been cleaned up because we couldn’t reach it. Talk about disgusting!
The loft is much better now. In fact, half of it is empty for the time being. It needs to be, or else the new rooms can’t be built.
But some of the stuff from the loft had to be temporarily moved to the bedroom, which looks beyond awful now.
This is definitely not conducive to a good night’s sleep. My beautiful, peaceful bedroom has been transformed into a dump. I used to love my bedroom. Now I hate every single minute I have to spend in there.
Oh, I know. It’s only temporary, but good grief, I can’t wait for the STUFF to go back to the loft. To the hubby’s new study. I can’t wait to have my nice, serene bedroom back, so I can finally sleep again.
I hate that corner of the living room, where all the hoarded STUFF (stuff that needed to be taken to the secondhand shop) got dumped. Again and again and again. Of course the hubby did take it to the second hand shop, but since the secondhand shop isn’t exactly round the corner, we’d first let the STUFF accumulate, and then he’d drive to the secondhand shop with his car filled to the max.
And now there’s not just the hoarded STUFF in that corner, but also the laminate flooring for the new rooms in the loft. Not because I want those parcels taking up space in the living room, but because there’s no other place to store them for the time being – seeing that the loft is still only half empty.
Not that the laminate flooring isn’t beautiful. It is. Or rather it will be. When we’ve got it installed in those new rooms.
It’s just that it doesn’t belong in the living room.
I can’t wait for those rooms to be built. I can’t wait to have my house back to how it should be.
At least DD-19 is working really hard to make things happen. She helped with the decluttering. She painted all that could be painted already in her new room – even though I feel she really should have waited until at least her walls were up, but I can certainly understand.
Today she’s been sanding her new pre-loved door. The door her dad stripped the other day.
We bitch together about the mess. We bitch about the hoarding. We bitch about all the work we have to do – and then we get off our lazy arses and get things done.
I’d never have gotten this far without her.