- Me: Ever?
- B: … we moved in? No, wait, it wasn’t even that clean then.
- Me: Like I said. Ever.
To refresh your memories, this is what I was left with last night:
After about an hour and a half (the majority of which was spent dusting off books and restacking them), the corner now looks like this:
After a break, during which I finished watching Supernatural Season 8, Episode 5, the dresser now looks like this:
The only things left to do now are:
- pull out the couch and clean under/behind it
- clean out the inside of the couch
- clean the corner right by the door
- re-clean under B’s desk (the kids seem to think that’s their personal dumping ground)
That’s it. I should have this room completely finished by TOMORROW!
Also: do you think we have enough books? >.>
(Edited because I finally realized I duplicated a pic up there. :-/ )
Hey, I wasn’t just blowing smoke when I said I wanted to get this room ready in time for Christmas! I may or may not be able to 100% of what I WANT to do (wait and see, really), but this room is already looking 1000 times better than it did before.
So!
First, we have Invisible Corner #1: near my desk. (Not what I consider my actual desk area, but it’s closest to my desk.)
Before:
During:
After:
After putting stuff back:
While I was at it, I did my desk too:
Things found:
- an old cookie tin with a couple of my homemade chocolate chip cookies in it. The embarassing part? I only make them on Christmas, and I can’t be sure WHICH Christmas they’re from. They may be several years old.
- Clothes I forgot I had and probably don’t fit anymore. If they’re salvagable through washing, however, they’ll go to C1. She’s only slightly smaller than I am and kind of needs clothes anyway. And she dresses a lot like me to begin with - she’s always stealing my clothes without asking as it IS.
- A box of old photographs - photographs that I thought I’d lost. I plan to scan them and upload them to FB at some point. Some of them are from the very beginning of my marriage to B, when C1 was only 2 years old!
- Framed photographs: now I knew these were there. They’ve been there since we moved into this house 5 1/2 years ago. But I mention them because when C2 came home and saw some of them, she asked me a question that had me doubled over laughing. ”Mom, who’s that little girl?” … it was C1. >.>
AAAAAAND in this corner, we have: Invisible Corner #2!
Before:
After:
Obviously not finished, but considering the fact that I did the other corner completely, I’m a-ok with leaving this corner unfinished until tomorrow.
You know, if the world doesn’t end.
Uploaded with ImageShack.us
I have to admit, it was harder than I thought. Not physically - picking things up off the floor isn’t exactly strenuating. But emotionally and mentally. Actually digging into what I allowed my life to become - that was hard. A couple of times I had to just stop and cry. (The fact that B has decided to pull one of his disappearing acts during all this unfucking didn’t help any, but there wasn’t/isn’t a fucking thing I can do about that.) But after a couple of minutes of crying, I got stuck back into it.
The 15 year old came and helped me a little bit toward the end, and the cat decided to come keep us company as well.
Uploaded with ImageShack.us
But after roughly 2 hours of working (I didn’t actually time myself with 20/10’s or 45/15’s, I just worked for a bit, stopped, then worked some more - maybe one day I’ll get into the habit of timing myself, but this was just day 1), this is what I have:
Uploaded with ImageShack.us
Look! Floor! And that big stuffed bag is laundry - I don’t actually have anywhere to put it yet. The small bag against the wall (well ok, they’re the same sized bags but… you know what I mean, Vern?) is stuff I’m getting rid of. What you don’t see is the one huge bag of garbage I also got rid of, as well as a small box filled with B’s things I don’t even want to mention, that I had the 15 year old take straight out to the bins outside.
It’s not a lot of progress, but it IS progress. Tomorrow I shall tackle some more, working my way right towards the wardrobe. For now, I’m just happy that I managed to do something and you can actually TELL I did it.
(Originally written 18/05/02 at 7 p.m.)
