I would like to find an excuse. But I’m afraid there isn’t one.
Tonight and tomorrow are off-the-schedule kind of days, and it’s weighing heavily on me that I should work on the master bedroom. Our bedroom.
Our scary bedroom.
Really, our bedroom is more like a storage room right now than a bedroom. A totally chaotic and scary storage room. It’s the last on the list of rooms in the house to get the initial big declutter, so it’s become the dumping ground. Pictures that I removed from the dining room wall so I could hang up my stocking collection? They’re in the master. Excess school supplies? I know right where they are and can go right to them when we need them. They’re under that pile over there in front of the dresser.
I’m even too scared to take a “before” picture. I MIGHT take “before” pictures of specific areas, but one pic of the entire room would be too shameful.
If you think I’m probably exaggerating . . . I’m not.
Ok, here goes. Tonight I’m going to put on a movie in our room and get to work. Really, I am.
Unless, of course, I can find that excuse I’m looking for.
