We're coming up on a three-day weekend, and a co-worker asked me if I was going to get to kick back, relax, and take care of myself. I thought about it for a minute, and then laughed. Nope...no relaxation for me. Not even on my birthday weekend!
My brother and I decided to go in together for my Dad's Christmas present, and get him...wait for it...a clean garage.
My parents have had a packed garage for as long as I can remember. In more recent years, the garage has been filled with all of my brother's and my memories: toys, clothes, schoolwork, etc. When my husband and I moved back home, my dad was so excited, but more so about getting my stuff out of his garage and into my own (that's probably not true). He kept threatening me to leave all my junk on my doorstep. Graciously, he gave me a few months to unpack our stuff, and then unceremoniously brought two carloads full over, and left them to nest in my garage.
Fast forward to now, when we find ourselves with a three day weekend (which, as previously mentioned, also happens to be my birthday weekend). This is the weekend Dad picked to clean the garage. I have been sick since last Saturday, and am just now starting to feel slightly better. I'm WAAAAY behind on housework, my garage is frozen in mid-re-organization stage, I have all sorts of attic space waiting to be purged of junk, I have several commissioned paintings to complete (as well as a few I want to try for fun), a house to organize and make functional, set pieces to paint for our children's ministry at church, several rooms in our house I'd like to paint/decorate/organize, a church bay that needs to be painted, AND my parents' garage that needs to be cleaned/organized. Whew!
So, obviously, I will be honoring my commitment to my father to help him with the garage.
("I meant what I said, and I said what I meant; an elephant is faithful, 100%" - Horton*)
Plus, it's always fun to hang out with the family. I'm trying to serve my husband and help him paint the church bay when I can...which leaves who knows what days to get any of the remaining things done for our house. Poor house.
I guess, for the moment, I'm naively crossing my fingers and toes, in hopes that I will have super human strength over the next few days, that I will paint like a fiend, clean with abandon, be able to sift through and organize everything that I want, and still manage to have energy left over to be a pleasant human being. Is that asking too much? I'm afraid so ;)
Realistically, I'm not sure what I can accomplish. I'm hoping to discuss some goals with my hubby while we're painting, and perhaps some of these things can be delegated as goals to achieve at a later time.
I'm going to resort to making one of my trusty old lists, and then put everything in priority order...I really hope to get a lot accomplished. My Christmas goals weren't successful, though I did make a decent start -- I'm just going to go crazy in the in-between.
*Quote and image belong to Dr. Seuss
2 comments:
I want a painting.
I owe you one still, from two Christmases ago...or was it three? I still have the sketches and the ideas. Ideally, as I said, I'll get things organized to where I don't feel guilty about taking on projects for fun, and one of the first things I'm going to do is your giant painting. If you had something else in mind as well, let me know -- I love making things for people.
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