My home improvement mission moves forward like a baby taking its first steps, sometimes we stand and sometimes we fall. The destruction is proving to be quite a handful. In my previous life as an Interior Designer I sanctioned such destruction on a regular basis. This difference now is that I am doing the actual physical labor, it sucks!
The only place I seem to find comfort during these physically draining times is in The Container Store. It is my mecca, my happy place, and the bathroom is very clean. I enjoy my interaction with all who work there, they are actually helpful. I meander the rows of storage containers, contemplating the purchase of the gift wrap station. It seems like a great idea in theory. If I had more than one role of holiday paper that I have been using since my last trip to Costco, you can hardly notice the X-mas trees. I want to contain, I want to organize, I want to make the world a more efficient place.
My biggest love are the elfa systems. I have used them in every room and closet in the apartment. While working with the elfa expert she pulls up my file on the computer. I am actually embarrassed, this is the 4th system I have put in the kid's rooms. I don't know what it is about those wire shelves that I find so fulfilling. Is it the flexibility of a contortionist, the strength of steel, what is it? It is just a fabulous solution to my indecisiveness.
As my journey continues, life continues as well. With every day the project continues I fall under the scrutiny of my clients, Thing 1 and Thing 2. They walk in the room approve or disapprove of my progress. I had some tough and crazy clients in my day, but this is ridiculous. We've moved past the crying, the shouting, the demands. If it wasn't for my oath of unconditional love, I would walk off the job. Thing 1's room is nearing completion, my fingers are on the mend. I am preparing for the charge into Thing 2's room. I did spend an entire afternoon scrubbing off marker, pen and crayon. It is so wonderful that she can write her name so beautifully, maybe next time she can use paper.
So I move on with my shower cap upon my blown out locks, Thing 2's swim goggles, and my face mask. It may not be a pretty picture, it is the sacrifice I make for my children. My only wish is that Thing 2 had bigger goggles, I still have the imprint on my forehead.
Can't wait to see before-and-after pictures .. of both the room and you :)
Posted by: longwayfromny | February 04, 2009 at 02:41 PM