Spring Cleaning – The “Kid’s” Room

A.k.a. The Right Room, The Toy Room. It is the guest room between the Master and the end (Left side) guest room. It has a full sized bed and a closet full of games and toys. The left room has a queen sized bed, so it goes to married couples who visit. When no one is visiting it is my sewing room, but we will be visiting that room another day.

I need to finish up with the kid’s room so I can move on to the left room, a.k.a., sewing room. What a heap of unorganized “stuff”! Artwork and Picture frames cover the bed (underneath all the fabric and yarn.) I forgot about that chore. I have way too many things to hang and not enough walls. I hope I have room for them under all the beds, again, because I can’t make decisions like that now. I need a shower and some breakfast before my date with my hairdresser. If I can focus, I will still have an hour to clean before I leave to go there.

I actually had 15 minutes to clean. Got half of the headboard and footboard done. When I got back from the beauty shop and the grocery store I finished cleaning the bed frame and the matching table. Under the glass tabletop I could see the very fuzzy base board and frankily, I was jealous. The base board has more hair than I did.

Now, instead of being the woman who has half a shaved head, I am that bald chick. Or, that Marine who wears lipstick. Soon I won’t have to wear hats and that makes the weird looks worth it. I suppose I will have to put sunscreen on my head, but it should not ruin my hair – Ha! If you are feeling sorry for me – don’t. My head looks gorgeous now, four months after surgery. Too bad the wound still pulls and aches most of the time. The fuzz has almost covered up the scar. Wait! Why am I talking about my lobotomy again? Apologies.

I do not know where the time goes, but it is already 5:00 pm and time to prep dinner. If I want to sew after dinner, I need to finish with the kid’s room. I would rather be working on my bubble quilt, but I have curtains to finish and another set to make from scratch. Sigh.

What I really want to do is eat a huge piece of cake and call it dinner. Hubby wouldn’t let me. He takes better care of me than I do sometimes.

Darn it!

TTFN