Senin, 07 Maret 2011

restless

Spring is stirring inside my veins even though it's still below freezing outside. Spending 4 days cooped up, in bed, doing little but watching TV and movies and reading has made me irritable and cranky. I want to speed ahead at mach 10, but I'm still only functioning at 65%.

I went on a bit of a tear upstairs and made the boys clean their rooms yesterday. We found their water bottles (wondered where they'd all disappeared to!), garbage, about 12 unexplained loose screws on Mr. G's carpet and scads of questionable laundry. (Dirty or clean? No one seemed to know...it was piled beneath beds.) Because Team Testosterone resides on the second floor, I don't often insist on full-bore cleaning sprees, but I'm feeling closed in and all their crap on the floor tipped the scales.

That, and the table set up in the living room with all the tax stuff strewn across it. And the army tank Mr. B made out of an old stove box sitting at the foot of the stairs. And the random piles of school projects, reading materials and game pieces and toys. Not terribly fung or shui and begging to be flung away. I'm craving blank space. Clean lines.

Normally I'd begin working down my spring cleaning list this time of year. It's still too cold out and there's too much snow. I need to open windows and let in fresh air and sunshine, but weather does not permit me. I need to pile the piles into one giant heap and send it out the door, but Team Testosterone lives here, too.

To top off my crabbiness, I've noticed the state of my walls. We built our house about 9 years ago and the walls look dingy. They're battle-scarred by the boys, stained with ink and what looks like boogers in a few spots. I don't relish the idea of undertaking Major Painting Projects, but it's definitely time to do it in the main part of my house.

And you know how this goes--you give a Green Girl fresh-painted walls and she'll want a new couch to go with them. And a new coffee table, new chairs, and maybe even a new rug.

Spring would be less expensive if it'd just thaw out so I could go outdoors and muck around in the mud.

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