Overwhelmed

Maybe I'm the only one this happens to, but every so often I'll have a day that's just too much. Just so happens today was one of those days. I didn't really want to get up this morning anyway. I could have slept until at least 9:00, but alas, Hannah had her snowsuit on at 7am. There was no snow, but she was dressed. I guess since she had gotten herself dressed, she felt the need to then ask me every 10 minutes or so when we could build a snowman. Keep in mind there had not been one single flake of snow.

Since it's so cold, I have also had the dog, and cat in the house all day.

We were chugging along just fine, the snow started falling, everyone perked up. I have this list on the fridge of about 20 assorted things that need to be accomplished before the real estate people show up next week. I have been trying to get two or three done each day. For some odd reason, I felt like it would be a good idea to tackle Hannah's closet and dresser.

The closet was pretty bad, I cleaned out a garbage bag of clothes to hand down, and another bag to throw away. I realized I needed some boxes to finish the job, but had no way to get them. At this point the room was a disaster, and I was growing ever more alarmed. I began filling another bag of "trash" from various drawers, nightstand, etc. It was at that point I realized that I was no where near being done with that room, let alone the other 12 things on the list. I also knew I had regular chores such as laundry, sweeping, bathrooms, etc. that had to be done as well. There was a pile of relocation paperwork from Kroger on the kitchen counter, not to mention the folder of mortgage paperwork that needs to be sent in. It's time to start taxes too, which equals another folder of receipts, and paperwork that will need my attention in the near future.

It was in that moment that I wanted to cry. I felt for a fleeting second this intense urge to grab my coat and run for the door (alone). How terrible is that? The panic of uncertainty, and the fear of change felt so heavy I could hardly breathe.

So I did what any good avoider would do, I simply walked out and shut the door behind me. It's silly, mundane, non-life threatening things that I need to accomplish. There are a ton of families who would gladly trade my list for theirs, and I realize that. Plus who really cares if my daughters tee-shirts are folded right, and placed in order in her drawer. (only me)

Instead we dressed in our best snow clothes, ventured out into the cold blizzard of 1/4" of snow, and made the smallest snowman known to man. We actually made two. Then Will wanted to have a snowball fight, and it was so much fun to hear him laugh as I pegged him with one snowball after another. Perhaps there is something inherently wrong about deriving pleasure from pegging your 3 year old with snowballs, all I know is he thought it was fun and for a while I forgot about that dreaded messy room.

So on a lighter note, I will leave you with a picture of a room that actually turned out right. We finished up the master bathroom renno Saturday. I'm hopeful it will be the very room that seals the deal. I went ahead and included the other bathroom we just finished and the kitchen.

Master Bath Finshed Product

Kids Bathroom finished product from 10/09

Kitchen remodel finished May 09