Most days are pretty normal for me. Get up, go to work, come home, take care of the 4 legged beasts, make dinner so I can feed the 2 legged beast I married, tidy up around the house a bit, relax awhile and go to bed. I don’t do anything that is really out of the ordinary in life for the majority of people in the world. (Translation: I am getting old, boring, and I really treasure a good night’s sleep and a life with no drama included.) However, this week was a struggle for me. Oh, how I struggled with life. Every. Single. Day.
I’m not much of a whiner. I like to think I am a pretty strong person. I get annoyed every now and then, but I am a pretty upbeat person most of the time. I roll with the punches. This has NOT been my week.
I have a hard enough time dealing with fall, as the temperatures start to get cooler and the days turn grayer. Blah. I get a bit grumpy. Winter is my nemesis. I loathe winter. Now, I know you are probably thinking to yourself, “Come on, Kim. Winter is NOT that bad.” You don’t understand. I absolutely detest every aspect of winter. The snow, ice, wind, rain, mud, salt, gray skies, and bone chilling cold do me in. I am miserable. I could hibernate from November until April and be perfectly happy to never leave the confines of my house. That being said, my house felt like a prison this week. I could just not get my crap together.
My husband and I are working on getting our house ready to sell. It didn’t seem like so much work at first. AT FIRST. We need to purge some stuff around the house, box some stuff up, paint some walls, and fix a couple of things we know need attending. No big deal. Oh, but it is. It is SUCH a big deal.
We have decided each week we will both pick a project to work on. My first project was to get the laundry room in shape. Now my laundry room is not huge. And the only mess it has had is cat related. I didn’t think it was going to be too much of an issue now that the kids aren’t the ones dealing with the litter box. When it was the kid’s responsibility, there was always cat pee on the floor outside the box. Didn’t matter how much I yelled about cleaning it, they didn’t do it regularly. So I took it back over. We have very few issues now. So now it is time to get back to the laundry room. I needed to scrub the floor, and the baseboard, back door and cabinet were going to be painted white and then there was the general purge of the things we don’t use in there. Here is my process:
Step 1: Clean the junk. Not a big deal. It is all moved out and into the living room and hallway. This includes the litter box and cat food and water, vacuum, steam cleaner, broom, bag of clothes to take to the thrift shop, and the general clutter. I filled a trash bag. YAY ME. Because of past experience with the cats and moving their stuff, the food and litter box are in the dining room on the tile floor. HA! You won’t trick me into having it on the carpet! I’m no dummy! (I think to myself right before I find myself scrubbing cat pee off the tile floor.) Congratulate myself and run to Home Depot and Wal-Mart for supplies to clean and paint.
Step 2: Sweep and scrub the floor. (I can do this.)
Step 3: Wash down the baseboard and prep surfaces for painting. (Wait, WHAT in the world is that smell?) Investigate said smell.
Step 4: Put your nose to the floor and about pass out from the smell of cat. Realize the linoleum squares are no longer glued down to the floor. Understand this issue MUST be fixed to sell the house. Have a small panic attack, because you can’t afford to keep spending money to fix things. Count the floor tiles. You need 100 square feet. Start pulling up the flooring in the laundry room before your husband gets home from work. (He already thinks you are crazy anyway.) Get tired halfway through and take a break. Grab your order from the grocery during the pick-up window then drive to Lowe’s. Price flooring and impulsively buy a new floor. Argue with the girl at the register over the cost when it rings up $0.48 more each piece than what is advertised on the sign at $0.99 per piece. Find out your flooring is not a square foot each but 1.5 square feet. Buy it anyway, you can return what you don’t use.
Step 5: Put away the groceries and explain to your husband what happened. He has a beer in hand so, not much of a reaction. Continue to pull up vinyl then scrub the floor on hands and knees to try to clean up any remaining cat issue. Find the baseboard on the long wall is destroyed from termites from previous owners. Pry baseboard off. Clean up floor again. Finish laundry in the process so washer and dryer can be moved so tile underneath can be removed. Take a shower and pass out in bed.
Step 6: Realize this was a bad idea and acknowledge that this is not going to be a weekend project. Die a little inside. Scrub the floor again, with a magic DIY cat smell formula. It doesn’t help. Ponder painting the floor with Kilz. Continue to work on the laundry room. Run to home Depot to get new baseboard and finishing nails to install. Let husband tell you it will be easier to use Liquid Nails. Go back to Home Depot. Come home, put glue all over baseboard. Realize that even though it is cut to the correct size, there is no way to get it between the heater, hot water heater, miscellaneous hoses, wires, etc. Go to the back garage to cut it with the saw. Hear something alive and big in the back. Squeal a little bit and go get the hubby to help. Cut the board down and install. Shut the door and pretend said animal is not in the garage.
Step 7: Be proud for the day and tape for painting. Find that your dad never finished painting behind the door.
Skip off to make dinner and get breakfast and lunches ready for the week. Plan to come home every night after work and do a little painting. Leave the mess in the living room and hallway. Go to bed.
Step 8: Don’t do a damn thing any night of the week because you aren’t sleeping and you are exhausted. Ignore the mess in the hall and living room.
Step 9: Get a letter from the school about youngest kid missing too much school. Freak out and yell and scream at the kid and ex-husband, which makes the week so much better (more about this later). Ignore the mess in the hall and the living room.
Step 10: It is now Friday and I have to work tomorrow. So Sunday is my next day to hit it all day long and hard. Hope like hell to get the painting done at least. **Fingers crossed**, as I ignore the mess in the hall and the living room.