Krissie’s coming which is good in so many ways, but one of the most useful is that it makes me take a new look at the house and realize that I’ve let it degenerate into chaos again. That’s okay, I’m in the middle of a rehab, I have a lot of stuff I can’t completely put away until I get all the shelving up, and after that I just have a lot of stuff that Krissie will take back with her. So while the Bad Wolf whispers, “You’re disgusting” in my ear, the Good Wolf says, “Oh, goody, we get to go through everything and become ORGANIZED.” She loves organization almost as much as she loves gold spray paint. Of course it never lasts, but that’s not the point.
We did manage to get Krissie’s room and bathroom cleaned out, if not finished (still need that skirt for the bathroom sink and the wall stuff hung), and we occasionally open the door and look in because it’s so pretty and clean in there. The Good Wolf says, “Ooooooh, so nice” and we congratulate each other, and then we close the door and look at the chaos in the rest of the house. The back porch, hey, that’s a work in progress, the Bad Wolf doesn’t even do much snarling back there, although he thinks the floors are deplorable and somebody really has to do something about that laundry (the Good Wolf and I are thinking Tuesday for the laundry; we need to pace ourselves), but the living room and kitchen . . . yeah. They’re pretty vile.
So that’s our plan for today from 9AM until Krissie arrives, sometime around four or five: Get stuff either put away or in boxes for Krissie to go through, and then do floors, wash dishes, transfer paint to better containers, put that refrigerator back together if we can get that damn screw unfrozen, find some clean underwear . . .
We’re not going to get it all done in time, but that’s okay. To paraphrase Calvin, if you can get everything organized in eight hours, you really have to seriously examine your life. Life is chaos; organizing it every now and then is just a way to learn to live in it.
What’s your good wolf up to today?