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.