My husband and I both worked so hard today to get ready for the painter tomorrow. I’m not sure I can even remember all I did. There was baseboard cleaning, vacuuming mattresses because they were off the bed. There was taking down curtains and emptying out rooms. More vacuuming. Laundry and more laundry. Cleaning out my car’s trunk. Grocery shopping. Making beds. Furniture got moved. Stuff taken off walls. It was endless. But now it is all done and I am sore and dinner is being cooked by my husband. I’m still doing laundry and sorting through so much stuff. Stuff that is leaving our home to find a forever home at either the thrift store, recycling depot or landfill. There are old blankets and towels going to a cat rescue and old laptops and the like being donated to a literacy program. I also sent out some birthday cards. And planted some primulas. I never got to finishing the spray painting of some old mirrors. Or cleaning the fireplace glass. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
I did remember to take a before picture of the bedrooms. And my new comforter arrived. And now the dryer just finished and I need to go switch a load of laundry over. I intend to sleep well tonight.