Someday

Today is a "someday."

(You know, when you move for the third time in a year and a half and you have a brand new baby and all the relatives are hauling boxes into the basement that still has tools and construction debris all over the place and lots of other dirty stuff, and all the boxes go into a corner, jumbled and dusty and full of you have no idea what. . . and you say to yourself, "Self, someday I'll come down here and sort through all these blessings and organize them into groups and nice boxes and label everything and then re stack it nicely." That kind of someday.)

Well, it came today, along with Valentines' Day. There was such beautiful sunshine this morning. We had a record high, like almost 60 I think! Me and the girls aired out the house and cleaned every room, then swept the garage, pulled the Christmas tree out of the mud and stood up up next to the fence so it could have some dignity, and played with the sidewalk chalk. But even all that goodness did not make a "someday."

Some days are the ones that you mean to have for a very long time, but they rarely come because they are always rescheduled so that other important things can have a day. They usually require unsavory labor of some kind. The day comes when you finally look into the eye of the beast and say, "bring it!" Then you actually do what it is that you had intended to do when you first said "Someday I'll. . . ."

DJ has spent the last few evenings doing the finish work in our north east bedroom downstairs. It is the only one that we had sheet rocked and taped with the rest of the house. The original intention for this room was for it to house goods, (Remember the before mentioned pile of important stuff?), so that when we did wood projects in the basement they would remain dust free. I don't know why it never had a single box stacked in it.

I have decreed that it shall make a smashing "Toy Room." Oh! How I have dreamed of sending the the little tornado girls down to play in their own make-whatever-mess-you-like, because-I-don't-have-to-clean-it-up-place." I know that I will be cleaning it every now and again, but at least it won't be necessary to reach T's windows for bedtime. With all the excitement over a toy room filling my head I recognized also that a someday was looming. I could not bear passing by the "storage" spot on a regular basis with it in a state of crazy. Or, (shudder) sending little play date friends and their parents (shudder) to this room.

And so. . . it was accomplished. At least 5 hours it took me tackle it all. I feel so alive! Dusty, achy, and down two lovely fingernails, but alive. I get a special thrill when I throw things away. And sort, and stack and label. I am pretty sure I get that from my dad. Cleaning is like, good medicine. Organization is so sweet. DJ hates it. He is a bit of hoarder, also like his father. He likes to know where things are because that is where he last put it down. In fact he was peeved that I swept up his broken shims.

All differences aside, the basement looks magnificent. DJ really did a job on the closet shelves and trim. The man can really hang a nice door. He is a super hubby, mess included. I let the girls play around this evening in their stocking feet because I swept so thoroughly. (I am worried about the amount of dust I must have inhaled.) They of course, LOVE it down there, even when daddy is using the saw.

I wish that I could post a pic of the "someday" feat. But I cannot find the camera. I took it to our ward Valentine dinner Saturday, but I know that it got home because I shot a good one of T yesterday wearing my dress shirt and scarf. She was "modeling" my work wear. Talia doesn't dress up, she models.

Happy Someday!

Sarah Grange

P.S. Oh, and Valentines! We ate pink, white and red peanut butter M&M's all day. The BEST. DJ and the girls brought home roses for me on Friday evening, I've enjoyed them all weekend. The holiday did not go by unnoticed in our house, but romance between DJ and I is most often expressed in the completing of a project. He builds, I sweep. We are so in love!