Is it alright to blame this terrible need on the pregnancy?
I can't stand it anymore...
and until it's finished I may lose my mind!
My basement!!!
It's been partially finished,
almost finished,
close to being finished.
But it's never actually BEEN finished.
And I can't stand it anymore!
The bedrooms had started looking like a bunch of pack rats
live here.
Oh wait...
aren't those my children?
How does it get so out of control?
We needed new floors too.
So we decided to do laminate flooring.
Even in the bedrooms.
Is it bad to say that throw rugs are better than carpet
when there are almost a dozen kids living down there?
Well... it's true!
I said we live in the hicks!
Sweeping and mopping is so much better than ruined carpet!
And painting!
I have a love/hate relationship with our wood stove.
It saves us thousands every winter.
Did I mention it saves us THOUSANDS of dollars every winter.
But the ick from it almost makes me want to use propane next year!
Tonight I have 2 bedrooms organized...
gutted out... ew, I feel like a hoarder!
No, I take that back, I feel like I gave birth to hoarders!
But no more!!!
They are now organized,
cleaned,
new bedding,
a real floor...
only thing left is painting the trim,
closet doors and tv's on the wall.
Yes, a tv!
Not with cable...
but it so cuts down on the bickering when they all can turn on a movie
or play their Wii's or X box or whatever other gaming system
happens to be in this house!
The tv's are going on their walls.
We are cleaning out the closet under the stairs so Hayden and Hyrum
have their very own little place for all of their stuff they have built
that nobody is allowed to touch but them!
The 2 girls' rooms are next.
It's rough...
Kailee took 6 or so bags of clothes out for storage and several more to donate.
They will not like me before I am done.
But it will be organized, cleaned and have a spot for everything.
It will feel SO good!
Did I mention that the best thing for curing OCD is a dozen plus kids?
Only sometimes it doesn't work.
Sometimes I lose my mind and everything has to be done the way "I" want it done!
I blame it on nesting.
I can blame it on hormones and the kids are much more understanding!
If I went crazy like this and I wasn't pregnant they would think I was just crazy!
Now they even feel bad for me and make me sit down
and they offer to help move things.
Shhhhh...
Don't tell them I am really just a freak.
They don't need to know that yet.
They will figure it out soon enough!


