With less than three months to go till Baby Boy arrives, we’ve been working on getting the house ready for an additional resident. That involves a huge amount of clean-up, organization, room-shifting, home improvements (new floors, painting, etc.) and purchases of new furnishings.
Maybe if I had a week off work and a staff of helpers, I could get this massive whole-home project done and everything would be neatly in order. No such luck. Instead, we’re trying to “get to it when we can,” which is almost never.
One Saturday, we had my mom watch Cassie for the day while we cleaned out a room. Another weekend, I made like a tornado through our basement while Hubs kept the kiddo occupied upstairs. Every day, I promise myself I’ll catch up on the dishes, laundry and junk piles that evening so our house can be somewhat liveable during the process. Then every night, I barely accomplish anything other than getting Cassie bathed and put to bed before I collapse on the couch. And while it may not qualify as “the nation’s messiest house” (a dubious honor recently bestowed on a fellow Cincinnatian), our house is definitely a disaster in my eyes.
For my inner neat-freak, the new few weeks, possibly months, will be rough as we try to plow through the to-do list. In the meantime, all I can do is keep my little work cubicle neat and clean. That’s all I have the time and energy to maintain control over at this point!
P.S. I’m hungry.