I’m fried. Burned out. Don’t wanna do anything but vegitate.

I finished school last week—by some miracle, I got As in both classes—and I haven’t wanted to sit at the computer since.

As I posted previously, we spent last weekend cleaning the bedrooms. The grand total casualty count ended with five trashbags of toys hauled out of this house–some broken, some missing pieces, some simply annoying. Good riddance. I also sorted clothes and came up with a couple of bags full of clothes to pass along to some other family that can use them.

Are the bedrooms still clean? No. And I wish I had taken pictures of the girl’s room while it was, because I don’t expect it will ever be quite so pretty until I decide to do it myself…again. And that just isn’t going to happen anytime soon.

But I did get pictures of the boys’ room.

And I took pictures of the empty bedroom that will become our office–as soon as Snoring Daddy finishes that damn book he’s been working on (the deadline is a week from today) and I can badger him into helping me move the desks and shelves.

This corner is where my computer cabinet is going, right next to the window, with my file cabinets under the window, and my book shelves along the wall on the other side of the window. This is where I will be writing my thesis this summer.

This closet will be perfect for all of Snoring Daddy’s assorted indoor crap–the boxes he has yet to unpack, the stacks of magazines he thinks he MUST have because he’s published in them, and I’m sure a bunch of other stuff that makes absolutely no sense.

This weekend I plan to paint a couple of ugly green shelves for use in our bedroom and the office. The same ugly green as that shelf that is in the office closet. We have lots of indoor wall paint that was left behind by the contractor and I plan to use that on the shelves and cover up the three year old’s wall artwork while I’m at it.

WHY? If you ask the three year old why he did this in his old bedroom, his sister’s room, the stairway, the bathroom, and the hallway, he says he was just poking holes in the walls. And that just leaves you with the question, once again, of WHY?

I still need to deep clean the bathrooms and the kitchen floor. But what I most want to do is get our office set up and rearrange and clean our master bedroom. I’m anxious to make it into the retreat I have envisioned. If I can just get all of my husband’s crap out or hidden behind his closet door.

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