We have managed to give our kitchen and dining-room that just-moved-in feeling. Everything's cleared out for painting purposes, and it echoes. I picked up take-out pizza for supper last night, and as we sat eating together, it felt exactly like it feels when you've just moved in somewhere new, that very first meal in a brand-new house. I like that feeling, actually. I'm glad to discover it's as easy to replicate as ordering take-out and taking the pictures off the walls. The smell of fresh paint added to it too.
Did I suggest in my last post that I'd actually finished all my (house)work the other night? Yah, that didn't happen. Literally, by the time I came down the next morning, the kids had replicated the disaster in the living-room. I shall either have to ban all creative play (art projects, puzzles, games, and Playmobil), or live with the consequences of having fostered such fabulous creativity in my chiildren. Hmm. The latter, I think. If only I were just slightly more slovenly. How's that for a personality trait to work on.