I was considering to cancel Christmas entirely this year. But before I knew it, I had brought out the decorations, the little tree and more candles. Which was not my best decision that day, since my entire house looked like a war zone already.
It’s said that women have a special ability to multitask. Not sure if the word “multi” means just more than one or fifteen. I had clearly overestimated my capacity here, since I already had several different projects going on. Let me explain:
A) A couple of weeks earlier, I had bought a new guest bed from Ikea, and only had time to partially assemble it before I went traveling. The four large drawers that were going to fit underneath were still in 75 little pieces, together with various tools and the instructions, on the guest room floor. (assemble and tidy up!)
B) At the same time, I had started to clear out closets and had taken out lots of things to sell/donate/throw away. Obviously, that was a struggle and ended up in racks, piles and boxes all over the place. Decisions, decisions… (organize and Just do it!)
C) Was in the process of rearranging the furniture in my bedroom, because it looks more like a storage unit, than a place where someone actually lives. Some things need to be moved around and others taken out. Mostly books. Again stacks, piles and boxes. (Oh, just grab another big, black bin-bag, will you?!)
D) Eleven (11 !!) boxes arrived one morning, containing all the things I inherited from my mother. That should mean, to be practical and rational (apparently not my strong suit), that the same amount of stuff should leave my house. Starting with replacing my old chinaware. So now, not only is the hallway completely blocked by boxes, but also the kitchen is in a state of total chaos. (Again: get rid of stuff. There is a limit as to how many beer glasses, cheese cutters, nutcrackers and gravy boats a person needs. )
Results in total chaos.
Can you spot the cat?
And this is exactly the moment when I decided that I should bring out Christmas decorations. Yes, I hear you. And I don’t need anyone to tell me about the lack of logic here… I’m perfectly capable of telling myself what an idiot I am.
Total disaster… Panic!
So, after spending all of one afternoon staring at the unfathomable mess I created, and not knowing where to begin (practically in tears of desperation now), I decided I could just do just one thing. Maybe two. But at least one. Just to be able to tick something off that very long to-do list. So I got the dining area done. Check. And then put the tree up. Check. The cat got involved, so we’ll see just how long that tree stays up.
The following day, I had help emptying the last of the boxes. Now I have a thousand photographs covering my coffee table. More books. Christmas decorations in piles. And then a basket of laundry magically appeared to contribute to the mess. But at least I can see the floor now, and move about without bumping into stuff. This is progress. Really, I’m on a roll here. So, if I can just keep my hands busy with other things than my computer keyboard, I might be able to complete some of these things before Christmas…….
Oh, wait, I just got into the spirit of the season now and realized I want to bake some gingerbread cookies. Just another project.