You may or may not be aware that Brock and I pawned our child off on some wonderful friends today in order to clean house. Our goal is to have the whole house transformed before the baby comes.
Trust me. It NEEDS it.
I have been so anxious about the state of my home, I have been losing sleep over it. I cried yesterday at the image of birthing my child early and having to bring her home with the house in its current state of DISASTER.
We instigated a deep cleaning, meaning more than just a cursory tidy of each room. And even though we had seven full hours of kid-free time today (minus the half hour lunch break we took to watch Modern Family) we didn’t get much more done than the master bedroom, master bath, a ton of laundry and basic organisation of the guest room – Ronan’s future bedroom.
Here are some before and after pictures of the work that we did in the master bed/bath. This only took us about 2 hours total. (I will share pictures of what we did for the other five hours when it is all completed.)
And of course AFTER:
I know it doesn’t look like much, but I can’t tell you how much of a difference it has made in my mental serenity. I feel better about the whole situation already.
Project completion? Somewhere near 50%.
Tomorrow, I’m going to go buy paint.
Also, as an aside, this happened today:
After several hours of cleaning, I had clearly overdone it and started contracting quite heavily. Brock banished me to the couch and said he would finish up for the day. I stood up and looked in the guest room and started crying. Brock said, “What are you crying about?”
I said, “I feel like I really, really over did it today, and we didn’t get anything done!”
He laughed and said, “We got a lot done! You don’t have to cry, Mandy. You are pregnant…”
… “…and pregnant people are lazy.”
Haw. Haw. Haw. For real, though, it cheered me up. He made me laugh.