Apparently I am going to write a blog post every day this week while trapped in my bedroom. I figure this will make up for the next two weeks when I probably won’t write any.
Now you can see why I am not spending anytime downstairs!
Further analysis reveals I never want to live in a tiny house. A small house, yes, but teeny tiny? No. Having spent the better part of three days in my ~10 by 10 bedroom I am over the tiny house fascination. I need a kitchen table and a decent sized work space. I need to be able to walk around. I like my eating area to be separate from my work area.
On the upside I am excited to see the actual install of the flooring begin today. The prep work has been rather boring, messy and noisy. After the first day I realized just how much dust was being generated and covered my couches with moving blankets and an old sheet.
The unveiling of the primary color linoleum was great. I still love the color and think this is going to turn out smashing! But when the secondary color came out I paused. Was it the right color? It seemed much more yellow than I remember. We are only using the second color as a border in the kitchen and in the half bath, but still… I felt panic starting. I told myself I was looking at in the living room where it wasn’t actually going. So I patiently waited until they got pieces cut and then moved them into the kitchen. Now it looks more cream than yellow. Phew!
In the meantime I am getting a few things done but it feels more like busy work. I am missing my routine and office space very much. Waking at 3:30a everyday isn’t helping. I don’t know what is waking me up but once I am awake my brain kicks in and sleep is done. I am starting to seriously drag.
Yesterday about mid-morning I got very tired of all these sitting tasks and cleaned my son’s room. It has been quite the mess for awhile and I have tried everything to get him to clean it. Took me an hour and a half of picking up (mostly throwing away) but I was finally able to vacuum the floor.
Then after school while he rode his bike and I was waiting for the hubby to come home with dinner I “KonMari’d” his dresser drawers. I cannot believe what a difference a folding technique makes! Everything fits neatly and he can see exactly what he is looking for. Life is good.
Before none of his drawers would close properly because every time he looked for something everything ended all wadded up. Now he can easily see what he is looking for:
Now I am ready for my next project. I have gone through my books, again, and found about 50 I am going to try and sell to Powell’s on-line. This means I need to make a list of the ISBNs. At least it will pass the time.