I wanted to just let it go…but my conscience just won’t let me.
Anyone notice that after three months of silence this is the second post in one day? The internet silence was due to the fact that I hadn’t finished taking pictures of anything. I had all these started but incomplete posts. So today I decided to finish something. Several tutorials were condensed into a long-winded summary (which was also already written until the last few paragraphs cause at some earlier point I must have realized I was never gonna do it) and I quickly took some after pics to share, posting my Three Kids Vs. One Room finale and touching on several other things. If you haven’t read it yet, go there first. I was pretty excited to share all the little things with you finally.
Here’s the dirty.
Those dressers…Before shots were done…there were several along the way shots, too…but the finished pics…deep breath…okay. In the past three months I have gotten a whole lot of nothing done, and a whole lot of yuck has accumulated.
So here’s the pic I shared:
This is in fact how they looked like the day I brought them in. And I still haven’t put knobs on mine cause they’re a weird hole placement and it’s gonna be expensive when I do…but that’s not what weighing me down.
Here’s what I did. I literally threw a super old stained up blanket over my unmade bed, wadded blankets and all. I moved all the old receipts, colored on TV screen, and all the other things that have piled up around my dresser just far enough out of view.
Yes, that’s an eyeball. There’s also a whole pile of my kids crap, um, toys, under all those boards (which are not junk but the super awesome bones of a headboard that my mom gave me and I started laying out but had to get off my bed so I could go to sleep that night and piled beside my dresser…two months ago).
Then guess what I did? I didn’t take the time to find real homes for all those things after I took that deceptive pic (like put the receipts in the trash, perhaps…). Nope. I put it all right back.
And then there’s the kids room.
That shower curtain we bought for their closet. Did you notice it wasn’t hanging in front of a closet? Rather, propped on the unmade bunk beds?
That’s b/c by the time I took the pic today they had not only pulled it down but beat each other with it until the thing literally broke. In fairness, I think the tension spring actually got broke when they hurriedly tried to cram it in the back of their closet cause I was on my way to find out what fresh hell had erupted in their room and they wanted to get it out of sight before I arrived. But that’s been a month ago. With birthdays coming up and a baby on the way, a new one wasn’t/isn’t on the list of things I wanted/am even going to buy. So…
Maybe someday I’ll take notion to pick up another rod, but until then they can stare at this. And maybe another day I will return the closet to the organized glory I was trying to conceal three months ago. But probably not. ‘Cause I’m trying to be honest.
Okay. Now I can sleep tonight. I just wanted you to know I’m not perfect. Just cause I feel better telling myself, so I figured you might feel better if I tell you, too.
I’m not perfect. I don’t have to be perfect. I only have to try a little harder to be better…and hope my kids do too. But me first.
Now, really this time…I’ll get back with you in a few days!
(P.S….you’re welcome to holler back at me in the comments…I miss you.)