My kitchen counters are awful. AWFUL old lady pinkish marble-ish, with silver piping, fifties style, but not retro and cute. Just fifties. And they pile up. No flat surface in this house can stay clear more than 1/2 a day. I'm drowning in this house. Suffocating. I can't keep up with it. As I stood on the precipice of this life, I'm certain I didn't say, "Gee. I'd love to be a full time housekeeper." The needs! The constant demands! "Mommy, I'm still hungry."
Shut up you are not I just fed you an hour ago.
If I could just get new countertops, it would solve a lot of problems.
Don't get me started on the basement. Still torn up. Will be for a long time to come. It was supposed to be a play room. A playroom would solve a lot of problems.
The two main floors are okay. Besides the kitchen. Oh, and except for the computer area, where there is dust and piles of papers. Also, the shelves which host the children's things, games, puzzles, blocks, markers, glue. That area is a mess.
My attic office is not a mess, but it's not my color. It's baby blue. My color is yellow. And the floors are wood and old and unfinished, giving it a rustic look. Sick of rustic. Sick of baby blue. Need a new floor, and paint. Yellow paint. It would solve a lot of problems.
The kid's rooms, I can live with. Pink. Purple. Their dresser tops are so cluttered. They both need shelves. Shelves would solve a lot of problems.
Let's not talk about the bathroom. Let's just not even go there.
Riley went back to school today but Seth is still home, off to the bone doctor this afternoon.
Ten days home with children.
Too much. LET ME OUT!!!
Especially in such a crappy house. Did I tell you about my awful kitchen counters? They are pinkish. If I could just replace the countertops...