, when I want it. And learning to yield from this and accept other people's (namely my husband's) opinions is not exactly my favorite thing to do. That said, this weekend was spent indoors, trying to make this house that feels made for midgets, feel NEW again. Answer to this dilemna? A massive, multi-room rearrange.
Rearranging is great, once finished. But getting there is a rough road. I want to do everything, and do everything now. No dilly-dallying. Get 'er done, so to speak. And I have clear visions of furniture placement that I really don't want to discuss, I just want executed. So on top of little mini squabbles and the visibly difficult time I have in stopping to listen to other's points of view (that I already have so perfectly figured out..c'mon!), rearranging also entails the in-your-face reality of how much shit you actually have. Then you and your loved one must make cases for various piles of crap. Maybe said loved one gets a little pissy that you put his Nike basketball sneakers in a Goodwill pile because you were convinced he wouldn't notice. Maybe you make a quick visit to the neighbors wearing a shawl circa 2002 so you can say you officially wore it in the last three years, and therefore not have to throw it out. Maybe there were a few bitter references (or at least thoughts) about the show "Hoarders". And on top of all that drama, we have an 8 MONTH OLD who needs oh so much attention. So one of us is baby to hip, usually me, directing traffic and inserting their very important opinions.
Rearranging is So. Much. Fun.
But I jest a bit. In spite of all of the annoyances, it is so fun to breathe new life into a stagnant space. Our house feels new again. I like being in it. And that's surely worth a weekend of hassles.