Ugh. I can't believe I'm going to show you some 'before' pics from my living room (which is also our home school classroom) and hallway, taken yesterday morning. The house was pretty bad then, our normal clutter plus the leftovers from cleaning out the corners of the dining room--things that hadn't yet found homes--plus the assorted items that had wandered into the house (were they in someone's hands or did they come on their own volition?) when we cleaned out the storage trailer two weeks ago. I took the photos on a whim, recklessly, knowing that if I really stopped to think about it, I would chicken out.
Incidentally, this is what makes me nervous about standing on a tall precipice without any guard rail--I have this terrible suspicion that I just might jump. I can be a little impulsive and reckless sometimes. In high and dangerous places, I stay far from the edge, just in case. I'm sure I could sky dive, and I would love to try it someday.
So here you go, dear reader-friends whom I have come to trust and love. I present to you, a train wreck. You may gawk at will. Double ugh.
There. Now do you believe me that the dining room and kitchen were bad? Now do you believe that my home is seriously lacking in beauty and coziness right now? Will you forgive me for not thinking to borrow my daughter's little camera before this? Alrighty then. I accept your offer of forgiveness. Let's move on.
The house only looked like this for about an hour after these photos were taken. At that point, as I mentioned last night, Super Andy and the Wonder Kids took over and ripped out the beloved (!) red print carpet. Here's a shot of father and son in action:
Can you believe it?? I still can't, I had no idea this was going to happen during this 31 Days project, honestly. The Man surprised me. But I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised. After all, he is the one who started this crazy idea of climbing out of our chaos. He started organizing the barn and the garage like a madman, striding purposefully back and forth across the yard, mumbling as he passed by me (when I was doing decidedly less purposeful things like reading on the patio or non-essential gardening), "Sherry, I'm going to do this. I'm going to make sense of our lives. I'm going to do this, I tell you."
I remember saying to him at one point when he was looking so determined that I swear I could hear the Rocky theme song playing in the background, "Wait a minute, you're not going to go and get all inspiring on me now are you? You're not going to drag me into all these crazy efforts of yours, are you? " He just kept walking, his jaw set, his clothes dusty from digging through storage, the notes of "The Eye of the Tiger" swirling around his head like dust swirled around Pigpen, that character from the Charlie Brown cartoons.
I, of course, was eventually inspired--enough at least to start this series as a way to keep me going. As I've said before, I'm not a woman's libber; I believe a husband is a leader in his home--whether he wants to be or not--and when his lead is as inspiring as this, as revolutionary as this, I'm compelled to follow. So that pretty much brings us up to the present and my foolish surprise at him suddenly seeing the carpet for what it really is and ripping it out.
Come to think of it, perhaps we are both a little impulsive. That has gotten us into trouble more than once, but occasionally we use our powers for good, like this weekend.
After he pulled out the dining room and kitchen carpet, he wanted to start in on the orange shag in the living room and hallway, as I mentioned last night, but I pleaded with him to let me clean out some of the clutter on the floor first. That's what I spent the rest of the day Saturday and a couple of hours today doing--after church in the city, a leisurely lunch out with the fam (pizza and frozen yogurt at the Costco snack bar!), and a walk down our little home town's Main Street, where the annual Scarecrow Festival is on display.
I got the clutter off the floor, emptied the room down to just furniture, and the man and his crew got to work. The orange shag and dilapidated pad found underneath and even the tack strips are now in a heap on our front porch. The room looks very, very different already, to say the least. This week, it will be cleaned thoroughly and beautified. I've already started. I can't wait to take pictures to show you at the end of the week. It promises to be quite the makeover.
Here is what else I've added to my list of goals for this week:
What are your goals for the week? I'd love to hear about them, or even see a photo. If you wish to send a photo, it can be addressed to chidwick dot readerphotos at blogger dot com. Let's encourage one another on to love and good deeds this week! Journey on, friends. Love to you all.