MY ARM LENGTH OF VISION

Yesterday my husband insisted that my daughter do something with her room. After much of the same "get in there now and do something" and my favorite "there will be no internet access" and the hour and a half of rolling the eyes back in her head she finally stood. Mind you after the first couple of hours I was very tired of the same thing over and over, so off to take a nap.A few hours later (no not when I woke up) my husband informed me that she actually had done something. Having heard this so many times in the past few years I did not get excited, and rightfully so. I walked to her room and to my amazement what I saw was beyond words. What she had done was pick up things (god only knows what) so the door could fully open and she vacuumed that very small area. As I stood there in total shock I looked at my husband and realized he was thrilled with what she had done. I told him he shouldn't be so pleased because obviously she thought we were so old that our vision was impaired to the point that we couldn't see past an arm's length in front of us. He was happy she had done anything, well so was I, amused but not excited. So tomorrow morning when she wakes she will look up to see her mother standing in the doorway looking through a pair of binoculars. " just thought I'd let you know I can come up with all kinds of vision aids to see past the doorway." So she'll once again roll her eyes back in her head.

As promised a photo of my daughters' room. I won't show the room in it's entirety, someone may have a weak stomach. I informed everyone Sunday at dinner while she is in New York next month I'm cleaning her room. I don't think she believed me.

BACK WHEN IT STARTED

Back in 2005 we had our house remodeled. We moved almost everything from our house to storage containers, and we lived very minimally until the house was finished (the contractor said it was finished we have a different opinion,but that's a blog for a different day) We never really moved everything back into the house,it never got organized,it was what it was. Partly because of the disappointment from picking the worse contractor in the world and partly from being totally lazy and #1 excuse not enough hours in the day. A few months later my 80-year-old mother moved in with us along with almost everything from her house.You guessed it,that never got organized. Then last Nov. my mother passed away. Along with all the other excuses I was mourning for the loss of my mother .So there everything sits,until five days ago. I woke up with an epiphany. I don't have to live this way any longer and most importantly I DON'T have to keep everything. Tomorrow you get to see my daughters' room. Hope you have a strong stomach.

BEGINNING MY JOURNEY

First I would like to thank the readers for joining me in this adventure. It may be fun, at times disgusting,scarey but hopefully never boring.If it is PLEASE let me know. This is being done for my sanity and my house really needs to be cleaned. So enjoy the ride and maybe we'll all have a good time.