As I sit here at my computer at 5:30 this fine Saturday morning, I’m contemplating what I want to do this weekend, the first one of the new year that isn’t filled with parties and places to go.
2 whole days with no commitments! Could a weekend be any better than this?
This morning at 5 am my eyes popped wide open, it’s the weekend! I’m too excited to go back to sleep, so I get up and wander the dark and still rooms of my house, a cup of freshly made coffee in hand.
This is by far my favorite time of the day.
Mike is still fast asleep, and even the dogs don’t stir when I get up.
THEY know it’s the weekend…when normal folks sleep in a little bit. But I’m not normal, we’ve already figured that out a long time ago, haven’t we?
I grab an envelope out of the recycle bin and start jotting down things I want to do.
Before I know it the envelope is covered, front and back, with projects consisting of what would basically qualify as a whole house makeover. It would take me years to get this list done, much less one lone weekend!
It’s the darned lure of the weekend, once again capturing my imagination and making me dizzy with thoughts of all the possibilities it holds. 2 whole days! What bliss…..
Then I come down to earth with a
2 days…that’s all.
And we’re having a party at our house next Saturday. A football playoff party no less. With lots of couples coming who have never been to our house. People who don’t “get” junk decorating.
A feeling of panic starts to creep into my magical morning.
I look at my list, then walk back through the living room, dining room and kitchen.
Can I manage to get the bead board walls in the kitchen repainted? They don’t match the adjoining walls to the dining room anymore since I painted that last year. And I wasn’t very neat with my stop line.
What about that darned floor, how long will it take to swap the dingy white linoleum tiles out for new blue ones instead?
And I really wanted to paint the upper cabinets a different shade than the white they have been for years…is it possible to fit that in?
In the living room I note that end table I brought up from the basement to use at Christmas really needs to be painted. (and it’s missing part of the drawer pull)
I already gave away the one that was there before to one of my DIL’s friends. No going back now.
And the mantel is almost bare since I took down the Christmas village. I didn’t want to put all the old stuff back as it was.
What about the wingback chairs? Just last week Mike said we really need to go buy new ones. He is convinced these are just too far gone to save. The duct taped together arms are really starting to bother him. I, of course, insist I can fix them by making slipcovers. Can I get it done by next weekend?
I don’t WANT new chairs, I like these just fine.
As I’m typing all this out, a horrible thought occurs as I look up from my computer…
Oh gosh, what if someone accidentally walks into the office while looking for the bathroom? I sit here typing surrounded by a disaster zone of extra chairs, a couple partially completed makeovers, 2 extra TV's that have been displaced, piles of magazines I’ve been meaning to organize and put on the book shelves and just lots of stuff I haven’t found homes for.
Clutter with a capital C.
Maybe I can just put a padlock on the door……
By now Mike is up and ready to leave for work. (he works until noon on Saturday)
He stops to give me a kiss goodbye and ask what my plans are for the day….I start babbling about all the stuff I have to do to be ready for next weekend and he stops me.
“Honey, you know you always tend to bite off more than you can chew. Let’s keep it real, ok? Don’t even think of making over that kitchen or any other remodels for that matter!”
Gulp, “OK Mike, I won’t…..” as my fingers quickly cross behind my back, and my toes are crossing too for good measure.
Now it’s 8 am and time’s a-wasting.
I’ll try to remember to take a few pictures along the way.
2 whole days……..here we go again!
Catch you all later,