I have to write it all down to feel and remember the accomplishment, because at this stage it still just seems like an unending chore. I know I'll love it when I'm done, but the getting done, well, I could live without it.
I'm discovering I simply had a lot of junk sitting around. Somehow it's easy to overlook garbage when it's not something like a dirty diaper or food wrappers. Catalogs and school papers, that article I ripped out of the paper to read later, the instruction booklet for the Lego thing we built way back when, and so on.
Let's just say I'd be less cluttered if I lived in a house with less flat surfaces.
I'll just keep on filling up those trash cans and donate boxes.
So far, I've finished the living room, dining room, bathroom on the first floor, laundry hall-including storage cabinets and junk desk, and finally all the flat surfaces in the kitchen. Little One and Little Miss also have clear rooms. My room is about half done and so is my closet. The boy cave is pretty well under control, but not great. Coat closet in the entry is done too.
Still to go? All the worst areas! I have left the family room, the basement game area, the storage closet and the storage area. There's also the master bath and garage lingering. Yuck.
The whole thing makes me restless, exhausted and dehydrated. And just a wee bit grouchy too.
I know I'll be thrilled to live in my house again the minute it's done. I know this will make finishing the painting a breeze. I know that having this off my plate of to do's will make tackling the yard that much easier.
It's like taking bad tasting medicine, you know you'll feel better if you just do it, or hearing some hard truth or some criticism. It can be good and bad at the same time.
Maybe I'll be smarter this time and stay on the job instead of getting it done and then ignoring it for a few years!