We’ve had two ladders in the living room since Monday and I was determined to get them out before Addie got here.
We (and you know I mostly mean Vince) hung the two blinds in the living room, took down the curtain rods and pulled the big anchor screw things out of the wall on each side of the framed tin. I filled in the holes, let it dry, added a bit more spackling and . . we did nothing for a day or so. Yesterday morning I asked Vince if we could get the painting done and get the ladders out of the living room before Addie got here.
He went downstairs and dug through paint cans. We have all the paints for every room, which makes me very happy. Of course, the last one we found was for the living room. Vince stired it all up and I painted. He took the ladders out but we never put the chairs back and the curtains were folded but still sitting on the sofa, and the curtain rods were in the corner.
Addie walked in and we had this conversation:
Me: Look around. Does anything look different?
Addie: It’s darker in here. (Because it was about to rain and it had gotten very dark outside).
Me: Anything else?
Addie: It’s more messy!
Oh, great! Thanks, child.
I was telling Chad and he said “Mom, Addie just isn’t used to your style of housekeeping.” My style of housekeeping?
Last night I was waiting to fall asleep and I thought . . it’s a good thing I don’t get my feelings hurt easily! But seriously, my style of housekeeping is: If there’s a path . . we’re good!
The living room really wasn’t terribly messy and it took about 5 minutes to get it back in order. Recliners put back where they go – no longer in the middle of the floor; quilts back on the backs of the recliners – no longer stacked on the mantle; curtains in the closet til I decide what to do with them – off the sofa; curtain rods in the clost – out of the corner. Done! Back to looking halfway decent.