Ah, the week is ending on a good note.
I called yesterday and signed up my 5th and 1st graders (who are at two different schools) for PM bus service. And I have a ride home from volleyball arranged for Allie-15. Just reducing my carpool responsibilities by three trips is a huge mental load - GONE! Yea! I think I'll go celebrate my small accomplishment now. How about another cup of coffee?
This weekend we will have a bunch of family over - our first big get-together at our new house. I am the kind that needs a deadline to get anything actually finished (I'm great at starting things), so this will be good to MAKE me get rid of the remaining unpacked boxes (not the ones in the garage - they will have to wait until cooler weather!).
The main thing that has stalled is my walls. For one thing, this house is almost 1000 sf larger than our old one, so there are more of them to cover.
But the biggest problem is this: Our old house was "staged" to sell, so when I got here and opened the boxes of all the things I took down (which had been in a POD for several months), I lost all my decorating confidence.
I recall my realtor's pursed lips as she dispassionately pointed out what must go: my photos, my grandmother's aluminum ware, Jesus in Gethsemane, The Lord's Prayer. Now, when I go to put them up, I hesitate. Is this too "hick?" Is this just plain tacky? Was this awful all along, and nobody told me?
My sister Rachel Anne will be coming Monday. She's the artist in the family, and does not have the decorating paralysis that plagues me. Maybe after I've fed her a burger and some potato salad, I can get her to help me figure out what to do with my expanse of bare walls.
Rach, you'd better bring your hammer. It's gonna be a working party!