It's SOOOOOO Over

Well, my long awaited "day of sloth" when I promised myself to stay in my pajamas and do absolutely nothing didn't exactly turn out as planned yesterday. I had Mattie home, still miserable with a stomach flu. Around noon, she finally perked up and managed to drink some broth, her first food in about 30 hours. I did, as you can plainly see, blog my brains out, because, it sure seems like it never happened if I don't write about it!

The other thing I did yesterday was wander around my house thinking, "This doesn't look anything like the last two big things I worked on" Namely, the church building and the show. My house has become the sad little stepchild, and I am her wicked stepmother who does horrible things like use black grout in the living room. My house needs some love.

I realized that I have sort of done with my house what I often do with my wardrobe...bring in cheap things to perk it up with no real plan for an overall style. It might be nice to put some thought into how to add another quality piece or two and get rid of all the greasy t-shirts and torn jeans, metaphorically speaking. I know I love my dining room table and my coffee table. I know I love my piano, bulky as it may be. I know I love the comfort of the big ol' masculine chair my brother gave me. I know I love my bedroom furniture. My couch....I do not love my couch. I've just been going through the motions with my couch, hoping the spark would come back, remember when we first got together....But the love is gone, folks. I'm so over my couch. I want it out of my life and the sooner, the better. The kids will get over it...they're kids after all...so resilient. It's going to be hard on Robb. But he'll be okay...someday.