This is one of those days where “pre-writing” the blog entry feels a bit odd. By the time blogger posts this, I will hopefully still be asleep, having seen and enjoyed Coldplay. As I type, we haven’t left yet, my husband is at work, and my buddy is napping on the family room sofa. The show starts at 9pm, which happens to be his bedtime, so he decided to take a nap. All on his own.
Thursday should bring a coffee date (I’ll certainly need it!) with the mom I worked with on Art Adventure, and then later in the day, the painter will come by and prep the ceiling and walls for painting. Perhaps he’ll even paint? Dare to dream. I ordered the chairs for the island seating on Wednesday, so they should arrive early next week.
And then, the real work begins. And by that I mean it’s time to get to work on all of the stuff I’ve procrastinated because the kitchen has been all-consuming. We have an enormous pile of stuff that needs to go to Goodwill, cluttering the guest room instead of relocated dishware. I need to set up the kitchen’s office nook so that when school starts, there is a plan in place. And despite an already huge Goodwill pile, I really need to get back into the closet and take a good, hard look at my wardrobe and ruthlessly get rid of what isn’t working, or looks too young for the mother of an (almost) 11-year-old. I play with the idea of hiring a stylist (warning: it’s one of those music sites, so if you’re online at 5am and people are sleeping nearby, beware) who would tell me the truth, as well as open my eyes to life beyond JCrew teeshirts and jeans. Not that there’s anything wrong with either. I have definite and strong opinions but perhaps adding a few new tricks would be nice.
See you tomorrow with the construction update, and the Five.