Man, we've been busy over the past few weeks! Owning a house is great, it really is. I love having all of this potential, all these things that we can do. Over the past couple weeks, Matt and I have rearranged furniture, compared paint colors and half-way organized our room. We've had friends over, and family, and we're planning a big housewarming kind of bash this weekend. As great as it is, though, it seems like there's always more things to get done, more cleaning or moving furniture around, or dishes or laundry.
Not that we're actually doing any of that stuff; I'd hate to give the impression that we're a bundle of energy and industry, bustling around the house and putting everything in order like the animals in Snow White. I would estimate that for every hour we've spent actually doing something to the house toward getting it in order or improving it, we've probably spent 3 hours playing Rock Band, watching movies, or surfing the internet. I wish we were more disciplined, but neither of us has the drive it takes to come home from work and then commit to a few hours of cleaning and organizing.
So we get it done in fits and starts. Last night Mike came over and helped Matt install the surround sound system. Now that that's in, we can figure out the layout of the room, hang pictures, and generally get that room in order. While they were working in the living room last night, I got started on organizing my desk and craft nook in the upstairs hall. Tonight I was hoping we'd get a few loads of laundry done, organize the front living room, and sort out our room a bit more, but I've been dealt the migraine card today, so I don't know how much of that we'll get done.
Or maybe we'll snuggle on the couch and watch "Confessions of a Shopaholic," which arrived from Netflix and looks pretty darn good. I might get enough sympathy on the headache that Matt might tolerate a chick flick. I'm just glad I'd planned on having leftovers tonight and I don't actually have to do anything for dinner.
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