I realize that I haven’t written much lately, and maybe that’s because I just haven’t felt passionate about much over the past few days. Sure, school started, along with all of the crazy that accompanies those first few days, but I managed to get through it without too many tantrums (by me, that is). Life has fallen into a new routine, which is really the old routine –the sequel. Slowly, I have come to accept that I have crossed summer’s finish line, and entered the Fall zone without too much kicking or screaming (again…we’re talking about me).
The irony is that I had all these visions of organizing, cleaning, purging, and re-decorating various rooms and/or closets in the house over the long, lazy summer. Yet, I found myself in the express lane doing two months of work over the last three days as I scrambled to re-invent my daughter’s bedroom from “stupid” princess motif to funky a la college dorm. Three garbage bags later filled with blinky things, old papers, doo dads, and other random items along with three bags of clothing donation including some 6x T-shirts (she’s a size 10-12 now)that were somehow lost in the black hole of her dresser drawer. Throw in a new comforter set, a bean bag chair and some funky throw rugs (actually really cute bath mats), a poster, move some furniture around and voila…a new room without having to re-paint her high gloss pale pink walls that she despises so much. Phew…
Once I had the purging bug, I was unstoppable. When the two body-bag size duffel bags full of rank camp laundry crowded any available real estate on the basement floor, (due to the the pre-existing mountain sized laundry pile), I decided to take action. Yes, I swore I would do it over the summer, but life gets in the way know, and somehow I got distracted. There were other important tasks that required my immediate attention such as, mooning over my daughter’s absence, writing letters, and shamelessly terrorizing the mail carrier like a provoked pit-bull. I am happy to say, that 90 % of that task has been completed, as only a few assorted items still lay strewn on the floor. The duffel bags have been mercifully stored away, and we finally have clean towels again. I love looking at them all stacked and color coordinated in the hall closet. I feel a monumental sense of accomplishment because nothing makes me happier than a well-stocked linen closet.
Huh, it seems like my passion has become clean towels…probably a stellar time for me to find a hobby.