Yesterday, I did not want to face my house. I don’t know what happened to it. I know it was clean but every room I walked into was a nasty surprise. Here’s my kitchen sink.
I can’t believe I’m actually showing you this. Really, it’s awful. You’ll probably never come back. Pretty pictures tomorrow, I promise. It’s amazing how much messiness can affect your mood.
We also moved around a lot of furniture today. We (meaning my husband and a hired guy) moved the entertainment center from Wall 1 to Wall 2, and then from Wall 2 to Wall 3. Finally, we moved it back to Wall 1. Actually, I didn’t move any of it, which is probably why I was so free about switching walls. The men also moved a piano (three times) , a couch, an Armoire (upstairs), a chair (upstairs), a bookcase, and three arm chairs. Can you believe my husband still loves me? Me neither.
And after orchestrating all of the furniture, I was ready to rest, but my house was still messy. I focused on cleaning one counter at a time until I was completely finished with that counter. I got the kitchen done that way, but had a hard time wanting to plow through the whole house. Eventually, I ended up hiding in my room reading this book.
What a delight. A beautiful written book on manners–and a romance to boot. As wonderful as Jane Austen. Just for the record, I did get the house pretty cleaned up by the end of the day. Pretty is the operative word.