Well, I didn't get anything done this weekend that I wanted to. I desperately need to get my tulips in the ground, being that we are going to have a hard freeze, our first, this week. I was going to do it yesterday, but it was so windy out I could hardly stand to be outside. Plus, I was in a bit of a funk. Brannon not having a job is really starting to stress me out. I try to hide it, but every day is just one day closer to Christmas. Brannon did mention the other day when we were out that all of this sucks, and that Christmas was going to suck. It just made me want to cry. It wouldn't be so bad I suppose if it wasn't our first Christmas married. I'm not trying to whine, I am EXTREMELY grateful for all that I have, and I have much. But there were a few nicer items that I would have loved to get for Brannon. The kids already have way too much, and that is something that I had talked to the kids about (mainly Lauren) long before Brannon lost his job. Lauren likes Christmas to be this HUGE production with so many gifts under the tree it would take hours to unwrap. I explained to her that her playroom was so huge that she could go shopping in her own house.
Saturday morning I could not sleep and so I got up at 5:30 am and started cleaning out the playroom. I seriously have such a long way to go, but I did get several large things moved, and I feel good about that. I had two stuffed animal hammocks to hang in the corners of the playroom, and I washed them both, but since washing them, I can only find one. I'm sure the other one will turn up, but that is the kind of stuff that sends me into outer space. I mean, what the deal? How does one lose a hammock like that? I don't know.
My "one-box-a-day" project is going very well. I am well on target to get it done by Christmas. Maybe Thanksgiving. I think Thanksgiving is completely reasonable. I have been doing an average of 5 boxes a day, not just one. Once I get just one more gone, it makes me want to have JUST ONE MORE done.
I had my friend Nancy over the other afternoon. We sat in the hottub for hours and turned our feet into prunes. She was looking around the house and told me that the dresser I had downstairs looked alot more like a buffet. I was like, "that's what I told Brannon but he thought I was nuts."
Years ago I had purchased some pretty but plain white dishes, a service of 30, because Mike had such a large family and we hosted Thanksgiving every year. After the first year where everything was mismatched and paper plates, I went to Target and bought this very nice set. It comes out several times a year, but because the Barnes house was so small, it got boxed up after every use. Now, because is house is so large but severely lacking in storage, Nancy thought it best to use the "dresser" as a buffet. Which is exactly what I did. It took Brannon and I a half an hour, working together, to unpack every single last dish, but now our service of 30 is out and ready to use. No including the wedding, we are hosting our first big party November 8th. Our Sunday School class is coming over for a big to-do. Thank goodness it's a pot luck and everyone is bringing stuff. I work better under pressure, so with this new deadline looming, maybe I will once and for all get out of this funk and FINISH THE HOUSE. I've been saying the house will get clean for years. Maybe it will finally happen.