TGIF!

Last Friday night Katy Perry danced on table tops, took too many shots and rounded out the night with a menage a trois.  This Friday night I spent the entire evening in a laundromat.  Way to make me feel like a loser, again, Katy Perry.  For real though, when did my weekends go from letting loose and getting crazy to a marathon of housework?  At what point, did this become acceptable?

So Operation Life Organization has been progressing.  It is a tremendous amount of work to organize chaos.  Let me give you a tad bit of background on the situation at hand.  My husband bought this house nearly twenty years ago for next to nothing.  It is an old (built in the 1800s) two story farmhouse.  We have four bedrooms, one bathroom, two living rooms, kitchen and hallway/foyer.  Plus two enclosed porches.  I am currently facing the dilemma of dumping money into this old house and enjoying a mortgage free life or taking the plunge and buying new.  My parents have offered us land to put a double wide on, with all the hookups needed.  Mortgage for new home or no mortgage with old home? 

Even if we decide to go for a double wide, we are a year away from making that decision.  So for now, I have to get this house whipped into shape so that I can have company over without cringing.  Not to mention I have noticed a direct correlation between how my house looks with how I feel internally.  A messy, unorganized home usually means a mess emotionally.  I have to get my life under control.  Ta-da...Operation Life Organization!

So nine rooms, two porches and a very limited schedule and budget to work with.  I am proud to say one room is 100% complete...Madison's room.  I am working on getting the other rooms all cleaned up so that I can start overhauling each room.  It feels like I have a million projects going on all at once.  I am sooo looking forward to winter when life slows down a bit and I have a chance to breathe and dedicate to just the house.  Right now I probably have 3 pickup truck loads of stuff to take to the Impossible Dream thrift store just cluttering the house in piles waiting to go.  Luckily the husband is taking them tomorrow. 

I gave my beloved a task today.  See, he is a bit of a Hoarder himself.  Really likes to hang on to stuff.  I told him when he got home from work today he had to clean our room out.  I told him he was only allowed to keep ten old tshirts.  That's it.  No more than ten.  I also told him I expected at least 3 of the 33 gallon trash bags of clothes to be taken out of our room to donate to the thrift shop.  We ended up with probably 7 or 8 garbage bags of clothing coming out of our room and I ended up using ELEVEN machines at the laundromat, including several of the triple loaders.  I did up the blankets and all the clothes that were in heaps on the floor of our bedroom.  It took several hours, over $50.00 in quarters and two bottles of laundry detergent but all of our clothes are clean, folded and put away in dresser drawers or hanging in our closet.  The room is actually clean and not a tornado of clothes.  I highly suggest for anyone facing overwhelming  amounts of laundry to bite the bullet and go to the laundromat and just get it done at once. 

While there, I did notice the scene is a bit like Cheers.  As you walk in, everyone knows your name.  The "regulars" were all greeting each other and talking about their weeks.  I felt like such an intruder.  Luckily at the end of the night my best friend stopped by.  You know a person is your best friend when they come to keep you company at the laundromat and help fold.  She had just gone on a date and just wanted to chat.  I don't miss dating.  Helping her prepare was stressful enough.  I mean what do you wear, where do you go, what do you do, what topics should you avoid?  When you first see each other how do you greet each other?  Do you hug, kiss, shake hands, curtsey?  Who pays and how do you bring up that subject?  You try to be yourself but everyone is very guarded around people they aren't quite comfortable around yet.  Do you let them think you are a gasless human or do you rip one off like you would at home?  She had decided beforehand that the subjects of farting, burping, her list of medications and any unusual body smells should be taboo on the first date.  I agreed, however at some point the truth will prevail on all those subjects. 

Truth be told is you get to know the real me through my blogs and Facebook.  The way I feel, think, am comes out in my writing.   Yet, if we were to get together in public for 99% of my readers I would be guarded, maybe quiet and shy.  Why is that the case?  Why don't we present oursevles as we are 100% of the time?  Why don't we rip farts in front of each other as it is just a bodily function and we all do it at some time or other?  Wouldn't it be easier to get to know one another without the games and being on your best behavior?  If anything ever happened to my husband, I don't believe I would remarry.  I think I would move in with my best friend, assuming she is still single and be satisfied with companionship instead of a relationship.  Why not?  We are both already aware of the farting and burping habits of each other, know the medications the other is on & are aware of any unusual body smells the other may encounter.  It's our Golden Girls retirement plan.

So Katy Perry can have her menage a trois because I have a best friend who I can be myself around 100% of the time.  Who spends her Friday night with me in the laundromat folding clothes.  Who would rather help me with my life organization than go out drinking.  I am so thankful for her in my life and also TGIF!