Several months ago, I began very concertedly attacking projects around the house that have needed to be done for a while. I’ve made good progress, having mostly painted the kitchen (haha, there’s a little left to do), had a plumber come fix a nagging leak and assess another issue, cleaned out 1.5 sewing rooms (of a total two) started working on a giant pile of paper that needs to be files or tossed, lots of good progress. It was time to get the rest of the family involved though, and a couple of weeks ago I had the boys start cleaning out their rooms. We were already in the middle of painting and cleaning the girl’s room. This created a bit of physical and psychological mayhem in our home. Feels like the whole house is upside down, although many boxes of “stuff” and trash have now left the house.
Well after all of this cleaning of the children’s bedrooms, I was faced yet again with the fact that we never have time to clean OUR grown-ups’ bedroom. It’s hard to find time for self-care activities when you spend a lot of time taking care of a household, and taking care of other people. Taking care of your own living space is important.
Last night we were snowed in, and the kids were at their mom’s house, so I figured it was a good time. I started with the bed, changing the bedding and then actually moving it and rearranging the entire room, to make it more user-friendly. Now I don’t have to climb over my husband on our extremely tall bed, to get into bed. We both now have lamps on our respective sides of the bed. My radio is on my side of the bed, so I don’t have to ask him to turn it on or off for me (yes, I have a little old radio that I like very much and it helps me wake up in the morning – I turn it on to create noise in the room to keep my brain awake).
Not only did I clear out giant piles of clothing and clutter and yes, some trash, I also took a large cardboard box, and into it I threw everything that didn’t belong in a grown-up bedroom. Kids’ clothes and toys, and lots of little things that simply belong elsewhere – like the case for the thermometer. The thermometer is in the kitchen, normally. Tossed it all into that big box and the sorting is something that can happen on another day. I’m so hell bent on home organization, having been able to focus and refocus myself on it for a few months now, that I feel confident that one day I WILL take that box and sort through it. In fact, I HAVE to because there are items in the box that will be needed.
The most amazing part for me is that although I spent a good couple of hours on the task – and I made a large amount of progress – there’s still more work to do. And much of that just depends on my willingness to get rid of things. I’m going to have to have a serious, sit-down chat with myself. I’m not a hoarder, but I tend to keep things and not throw them away. I have some clothing that could probably move along and find a new home and I need to make that happen. I have jewelry that at least needs to be better organized. I have some interesting and intriguing objects that maybe just need to find new, appreciative homes.
One step at a time here, one step at a time. For now, I celebrate the “new” bedroom.