A few more days of grin and bear it

I think I’m ready.

Ready for them all to go back to their regular routine, out of the house, so I can get back to mine.

(Sorry, I just don’t have anything else on my brain at the moment…regular writing will resume next week.)

The house is upside-down.

I’ll spare you the pictures of my kitchen, island and surrounding area.

I don’t want to say much because I get why: She’s up here instead of in the basement rec room because she wants to play in front of Netflix.

She’s 10.

She actually took her doll up here and set up this whole thing with her stuffies and the doll’s clothing and I don’t know what else. There’s putty and slime, a small camera, pencil crayons and pieces of paper. There’s doll accessories and my hair brush. There’s ribbon and for some reason my Swiss tea towel is on the floor in front of the tv…

She’s creative and playing here where it’s light and bright and I’m nearby, so who am I to say she should go play downstairs or in her bedroom?

Her childhood is coming to an end soon enough. I will grin and bear it and allow her to play here, beside me. WITH me (maybe). 😘

The husband’s stuff though? Not nearly as patient with that, sorry. 🙄

But. In his defense, he’s in car-buying (selling) mode and getting hockey organized (he’s the trainer) and at some point he will have to get his lectures ready for next week’s college start-up too. I realize his desk in his office, which has reached catastrophic proportions, is a deterrent, but only he can clean that up. I mean, I would but I’d throw 95% of it out which he already declared as unacceptable so I will wait another day or two.

My time will come. 😵

I guess I will grin and bear it another few days. After that…I will be purging.

They have been warned. 😁