We're making some changes
Since this summer she's been begging to paint her room. Every time she brought it up, I said the same thing. "If you clean your room, we'll get the paint and supplies. But you have to clean your room first." Her answer was, "I won't clean my room until I get the paint. I need the motivation to clean."
Then, with her last paycheck she went on her own to the hardware store down the street, bought the piant, rollers, trays, dropcloth, brushes, etc. and carried them all home. She was so excited. She chose two colors, blue and green, and did two walls of each color.
At the Linens N Things going out of business sale she bought really cool removable wall designs that we'll arrange on the walls once everything is finished. She also has bed linens that match the new colors, and she's promised to keep her room clean. We'll see about that. But she has been buying stuff to decorate for years now, and finally she's old enough to do it the way she wants it. I have complete trust in her taste. She's got a real eye for design and I can't wait to see the result.
Also, we were all home today doing this and that when the wind blew a huge gust and we heard the crack and crinkle of broken glass. We looked around at all the windows in the house and everything seemed OK, so the Girl went outside (in her shorts!) to investigate. There was a bevy of broken glass right underneath one of the living room windows, and in looking up she saw that the attic window had blown out.
The window was one of the original windows from the turn of the last century and needed to be replaced desperately. Now it will be. Eventually. The house is well insulated on the attic floor, but we need a window there to keep the house warm. It's gonna snow tonight. The repair guy is coming this evening to do a swift repair, and then a new window will be ordered.
In order to get to the attic, the Boy has to clean the back hallway which is filled with bags and bags of junk from his and his sister's rooms. That's how they clean. They pour everything (meaning old clothes and stuff that no longer fits) into bags and then dump the bags in the back hall. It's efficient if you're 16. It's a pain in the ass if you are the mom. Because all those clothes in those bags need to be washed before I can donate them to whatever. And that means....
A trip to the laundrymat.
The last time we took a trip to the laundrymat it ended up taking up half the day and cost about $50. We took the entire place over with duvets and blankets and everyone's entire wardrobe. I don't mind going, but the kids? OMG, you would think I was torturing them. They have to FOLD mountains of their own clothing. The indignity!
And we have to trade cars with someone because we just can't fit all those bags in the teeny toymotor. No way. But we'll do it because we have to. And we'll smile while doing it. YES WE WILL, dammit! Stumble It! JBlog Me