We’re just getting to Halloween, and already I’m working on Thanksgiving. I managed to convince my Dad’s entire family to descend on Williamsburg and eat food at my house. There will be 1, 2, 3… 12… 20… A FREAKTON of people in my home. It’s a good thing most of the it is just one big room. We’re borrowing a picnic table from my in laws, and with our picnic table and our actual farmhouse dining table I think we’ll be able to turn our house into a German bier haus (with much more turkey, and marginally less sausage.)
It makes for a convenient deadline to get all those unattended projects done. Those tiny little things that pile up that just need doing, but you neglect because there’s TV and SLEEP and CHILDREN. Things like refinishing the kitchen cabinets. Small things like that.
Refinishing the kitchen cabinets.
And while we’ve got the brush out, let’s do the kids furniture, the bench outside, and the antiques in the bedroom. I’ll scrub all the baseboards. And if we’ve got the doors off the cabinets I might as well organize and clean them out. And the drawers. And organize all the other rooms in the house. Should we do the yard too? Of course!
I made a master list and we’re attacking it like crazy people attacking some sort of über master project list of things that need doing. It’s all getting done. We’re cleaning house and I LOVE IT!!!! I’ve been staring at those marks on the walls every time I walk by them. Now they’re gone! The kitchen looks awesome, the cabinets are no longer sticky, and we even replaced the rangehood. I’m working on sorting all the books (which is a MAJOR project) and purging the old kids’ stuff that no one uses.
One of the things I wanted to do was create an image to add a sense of occasion. I want to have it all over facebook, twitter, and create a poster for the front door to welcome people. (Not that getting so many people together in one place, and eating a ridiculous amount of food isn’t an occasion, but… There’s a pinterest worthy party buried deep inside me and occasionally it leaks out.)
Be prepared, Williamsburg, the Zwargs are descending.