You guys, if you haven't been following, I just got back from this amazing place for my niece's wedding. It was absolutely beautiful and surreal.
Being home is bittersweet. On the one hand, I missed my rotten kids a lot. And, of course, I really wished we could have made it work for me and hubby to go - and because of that I missed him a lot. But, on the other hand, I really wish I could go live at this resort, be independently wealthy, eat yummy food that I don't have to cook, and have someone clean up after me and organize my $hit.
So, I was a bit overwhelmed yesterday when I got back to my tiny house with five other people, my disorganized piece of chaos, my pile of work, and the state of my life.
Of course, there is always a funny side, right? Here it is: Last night in my mildly depressed, exhausted, and sick state I made a crazy goal for myself. (Hubby probably thought, "You're gonna get a real job?" Um, no.)
I am going to attempt to clean and re-organize my entire house - one room or area at a time.
If you know me and my house personally, you know that ironically this is far more difficult than actually "getting a real job."
I have a house cleaner (who I would like to marry someday), but I'm talking about all the jobs she doesn't do.
Today I did our tiny bathroom.
Here's the state of the union.
1. I found 14 tubes of toothpaste, 17 razors, enough hotel shampoo and conditioner for a small country in Africa, 15 large safety pins (damn them), enough Clinique make-up to take me well into my 80's, and the travel bottle of cologne I was desperately searching for right before I went to the wedding.
2. I am so emotionally strained and physically exhausted right now I think this should be my real job.
3. I'm wondering if it might be easier to just put the house up for sale. As is.
So, it's kinda good to be back? The jury's still out on that. If I don't post again for a long time it's because A&E has contacted me and I'm in filming.