If you’re like me, the reality of Monday morning stings a little. After a weekend mixture of relaxation, quality family time, and catching up on house projects, I often go to bed on Sunday evening feeling energized and ready to take on
the world the week ahead. I fall asleep dreaming of how this will be the week I exercise more, make sure my kids eat lots of veggies, clean out the fridge, walk the dog at least twice a day, make important phone calls, organize my work files, make time for creative writing, weed the garden, finally get around to doing projects ABCDEFG…well, you get the picture.
STAYING ORGANIZED: EASIER SAID THAN DONE
Unfortunately, somewhere between the hours of 10 pm and 6 am, all this energy, excitement, and determination leaves my body. I wake up Monday morning only somewhat bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and soon become overwhelmed by all of the realities that face me: leftover laundry to put away, a child with an ear ache, dog puke on the floor, a car that won’t start, uncooperative weather, etc. — CAN I GO BACK TO BED NOW???
The older I get, the easier I am with making room for the realities of life. I won’t lie, I’m a dreamer and a planner who still finds it frustrating when things and events don’t go exactly as planned. For example, here is a list of recent dreams and plans that were subjected to the bittersweet kisses of reality.
Howdy Folks! Lone ‘Sand’er here…back from an extremely excitin’ and perilous adventure. Thank the heavens above for my trusty companion — Dusty. I honestly didn’t think I’d make it back to share my story. Before I begin, you may want to set the right mood (listen here).
The Lone ‘Sand’er: Fastest Sander in the West
Ol’ Dusty taking a well-deserved rest after a long journey.
My story begins in a small, peaceful little town near the mighty Grand River. Ol’ Dusty and I were awful played out, and I needed a place to hang up my hat for the night. But fate had other plans. Wally the Hole — the biggest, baddest, most dastardly desperado you ever did see — breezed into that sleepy little town fixin’ to cause a whole heap of trouble.
Today is a day for CELEBRATION (get your groove on here)!!!
Every celebration needs cake, right?
Wait — I’m actually more of a pie girl.
Mmmm…that’s better. Virtual slice, anyone?
Okay, now I’m really hungry. What’s this post about again???? Oh, right, CELEBRATING! What am I celebrating, you ask??? Well, let me tell you.
Not only is this my 10th OFFICIAL POSTING, I also managed to finish painting both of my kid’s bedrooms during the last few weeks. Woot woot…(I’m raising the roof, as we speak). Yes, it’s true, I am super proud of myself. Honestly, this is the most active I have been in a very long time (you can read all about how I challenged myself to paint two rooms in one month in ‘P’ainted Love).
In honour of today’s celebrations, and due to the fact that this is my 10th post, I thought it would be fun to come up with 10 things I LOVE about painting and 10 things I HATE about painting (can you tell that I have painting on the brain?).
But before that, here are the pictures I promised of Liam’s fancy green (Benjamin Moore’s Rosemary Sprig, to be exact) bedroom.