9,900 things gone, only 100 to go!
Before I tell you what I did this weekend, I should probably tell you what I didn’t do:
- I didn’t complete my project.
- I didn’t clean the whole house.
- I didn’t list my remaining clutter on craigslist.
- I didn’t meditate on simplicity.
- I didn’t metamorphose my abode with contemporary accessories pulled from the ether.
- And, I didn’t dance interpretively through the open space feting my accomplishment.
Not me, so not Squirrel (image source)
I had planned to do all these things because Squirrel was taking the kids to Whistler for the weekend. (I had to stay home for a couple of social engagements.) Go ahead and get all googly-eyed over Super Dad – I did, but you should know that he was staying at my parents house and was not without some help of his own.
Sadly, whatever took up residence in my sinuses last week moved into my chest and throat giving me the distinct impression I was drowning and preventing me from sleeping more than 2 hours Friday night.
My girlfriend called to check on me Saturday morning after I left an uncharacteristic 1 hour into her party:
“You should just watch movies all day.”
Ha! Watch movies?! This was my chance to complete my project unfettered by things like meal-making and the rapid fire questions of my four-year old.
By 7pm, I’d cried my way through Bridesmaids and chortled through Horrible Bosses. It loosened my congestion enough to drift off for 45 minutes, but I had only decluttered four things.
Later, I puttered around the kitchen polishing the counters and wiping grimy cupboards while adding three episodes of Sex In The City and Saturday Night Live to my TV tally.
I fared a bit better today uprooting lots of things from the master bathroom while I cleaned it for the first time in I don’t know how long. I washed several of my jackets to take to my local women’s centre along with some toiletries, books and a couple of children’s toys.
I have to thank my friend for checking on me and planting the movie idea. It definitely kept my spirits up while my weekend plans went down the drain. My project, not unlike my children, has stubbornly refused to follow the path I laid out for it. The upside is that you don’t have to look at an actual photo of me interpretive dancing…yet.