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the definition of insanity

As if my husband needed yet another reason to jokingly (or not so jokingly) question my sanity, I gave him another thing to add to my list yesterday afternoon. For the second time in eleven years, I am re-arranging the house. The first time was simply a matter of moving his desk (which really wasn't that simple) or turning the dining room table. This time I have returned to my roots and am totally switching out furniture in two rooms and moving the contents of three rooms. And the kicker is that I need to be totally finished by this Saturday. :)
Here's the before pictures.

the guest bedroom, which also has ALL my sewing stuff


the "toy" room


and the craft/art/junk room that was going to be my "office"...haha

I may not post any more until later in the week, and I almost scared to think as I do things. I've already thought of another planned project that I "should" do this week to help facilitate the moving process. I won't mention it yet as it's still a thought in my head (which is scary in itself). So when you don't hear from me this week, you'll know I'm either cleaning, moving furniture, or have become a flat Stanley.

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Jennifer said…
Josh used to read flat Stanley!! So why do you have to be finished by saturday? Maybe you can do my house in the fall (lol)
Lydia said…
Hey! You want help? I can come over Friday night....

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