SO BAD that I had to take a dust pan and scoop all of the pieces of everything and put it in boxes. 10 boxes. 10 uhaul sized boxes filled to the gill with parts and pieces. For 3 days I have been sorting pieces. I still have 4 boxes to go. Each box takes about 2 hours to sort. If I ever see the play room in that shape again, I will have a stroke. The house is still a mess by and large, but I work at it every day. I am so over all of this.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
It's spring break in the Estis household. Instead of soaking up the sun like I would like, I am stuck indoors due to cold temperatures. I am also stuck indoors because I am my own worst enemy. As I have spoken about so many times here and in my last blog, I am a hoard. I am a pack rat of all pat racks, coming from a LONG LINE of pack rats. I could blame my parents, but because I consider myself to be an "adult" most of the time, the very definition of adult is freedom to make ones' own choices. That being said, I have chosen this life for myself, in that for the past 15 years I have refused to deal with my crap. I would continue to tell myself that "one day I might need this" and because I had an attic that went on for days, I would stick whatever it was that I thought I would one day need and store it away in an attic. FOR FIFTEEN YEARS!! March-July of 2008 was spent with every waking moment fixing up the rental house so that we could get it rented out. I didn't even finish unloading the attic of the rental house (the house I lived in for 11 years but didn't sell) until June. Yes, it took me over a month just to bring down everything that I had been stashing for the past 11 years. It was NOT PRETTY. I filled, literally, my entire basement (and it's a very large basement, I might add) and garage with said stuff. Because we worked on the rental house until it was rented, I spent very little time in this house unpacking. To say the least it has been a labor of love and hate. Mostly hate. Hatred for myself for letting myself get to this place. I often tell people that I can totally relate with people who are on The Biggest Loser. They didn't become 150 pounds overweight in one night, it took time. Every day these overweight people chose not to take the steps necessary to keep themselves healthy. Every day I have made decisions to pass off what I should have dealt with immediately. It has taken me over a year, and I'm not done yet, but I'm getting close. The garage has been filled up and then cleaned up about 4 different times now. Right now it's messy again. My office downstairs has gone from being perfectly clean to now a complete junk heap again. But, to my defense, the kids bathroom is done, and when I say done I mean that there are probably things that I could still thin out, but there are no drawers overflowing. Jacob's room is clean. Lauren's room is getting there. The living room is done except for 1 box of papers that are current and need to be filed. I have even cleaned out my filing cabinet and shredded (burned in the fireplace) papers that I no longer need. The kitchen has been gone through twice, and I still have a few problem cabinets, but once I get a china hutch and buffet in the formal dining room, the kitchen problems will be over. Understand that Jody is not willing at this time to part with dishes he holds dear, and neither am I, so between his mother and him, myself and Brannon, we have about 12 sets of dishes. Being a family of 6 though, we break them occasionally, and so this problem will round itself out in time. The laundry room has been organized with new shelves and things properly put away. My bedroom is organized as is both sitting areas in the basement. A mere two weeks ago you couldn't sit on any of the couches downstairs. My biggest "problem area" of the ENTIRE HOUSE was the playroom. The playroom is the biggest room in the house. Its about, I don't know, 20 by 50, maybe 60 feet. It's HUGE. And it is a wall to wall, floor to ceiling, helter skelter mess (to quote the Bernstein bears and the Messy Room). For the past 3 days I have done nothing but CLEAN, CLEAN, CLEAN this room. And I am not done. With two kids of my own and 4 neighborhood kids in and out of the house all hours of the day...let's put it this way. When I walked in the playroom, and it was a problem before, every card game (about 25), every game, ie, Monopoly, Mouse Trap, Scrabble, about about 15 puzzles and 50 other board games and their contents were THROWN ABOUT, SCATTERED ABOUT THE PLAYROOM. It was so bad, SO BAD,