Working on the house.

It hit me a few days ago that we have been living in Cambridge for nearly 3 months. Or is it just over 3 months? Okay, somewhere around 3 months. As this realization hit me, I looked around our lovely house and was also struck be the fact that there are a couple of rooms grossly unfinished as well as lots of stuff in those rooms that needed to be assembled, put in another room, hung on the wall, etc. The initial feeling that washed over me was this: "If I'd stop being such a lazy butt, this would all be finished!" Then, since that wasn't a very nice way to feel, for who likes to feel lazy, I decided this: "If Jason would just assemble that stuff, I could do "my" work and finish this place up." This felt much more comfortable, because, of course, it was someone else's fault. Then, a few days later, a wonderful person I know who moved recently (since our move), posted pictures of her beautiful home...all decorated and pretty. I took another mental look around our house, and thought, yet again: "Holy crud, Sarah! You still have unpacked boxes and loads of things to sort through and sell!! Aren't you a horrible house wife?!?!?" Now, I've realized since that moment that this person only posted pictures of certain rooms, and I am making assumptions about all the other rooms. For all I know, those other rooms could be full of boxes. Probably aren't, but the thought makes me feel better.
So now I'm a woman on a mission. By hell or high water, this place is going to be FINISHED and ORGANIZED by the time the girls go back to school. That means I have 3 weeks to accomplish my task, which is, by my thinking, no small task. I had to ask myself: "Self, why do you think you shouldn't assemble those flat packed items? You could at least give it a try, and then, if it doesn't go very well, you can leave it all over the floor so that Jason has to step over it and will, then, finish it." I few weeks ago, I assembled a shelf thing in the girls' play room. I still had two book shelves to do. Yesterday, that's what I did. The first one didn't go perfect since I had 6 extra pieces left over at the end and the base board was turned the wrong way. It seemed stable enough, so onward I pushed. The second shelf went quickly and smoothly! YA! Hey, they even fit perfectly on one of the walls. Does it get better than that? So the project then was to finish organizing the room, which I did today. I even put labels on shelves and tubs so that the girls will, in theory, be more likely to follow the new rules and tidy up after themselves. I still have a couple things to hang on the wall, but since they are really big, I need Jason to help hold them up while I hammer.
Today I've been working on the girls' room as well, which was actually almost done already. However, I have found that both children have sprouted even more in the last few months and, though I went through ALL the clothes before we moved, I had to go through the process again. It's kind of sad to see the old clothes go because I get kind of attached to them...and it means those two are getting older. Additionally, we asked the girls to clean their disaster of a room a few weeks ago. Though we were both so pleased at the cleanliness and speed at which they acheived such cleanliness, we realized soon after that the mess had simply migrated to under the bed. Oh man, it was BAD. When we were packing up to head to Paris, I had to go into their room to get a certain book for thier back packs, at which point Jordyn woke up and told me that if I was looking for good stuff, I should look under their bed...because there was "LOADS" of stuff under there.
Anyway, I also assembled one of those shelf things that goes over the toilet. I was particularly pleased with that one, because it had cabinet doors, which ended up lining up pretty good!! YAY!!
So now that I've spent this time writing this lovely note to whoever chooses to read it, I must be off and begin my work again!