As you can probably tell from my lack of posts over the weekend, NaNoWriMo was a bit of a bust.
We host for Thanksgiving, so we had a ton of preparation we needed to do this past weekend to ensure the house was fit to open up for guests. The basement was a pit of toys and junk, but we couldn’t clean it until we cleaned the garage and the unfinished storage area (so we’d have a place to take all this junk). We’ve been in this house just over a year now, and last Thanksgiving I cut us some slack because we had just moved. However, there’s no excuse this year. Some of those buckets and tubs hadn’t been touched in a year, and they were taking up much needed space.
So we worked almost all day Sat. We donated several bags of clothes, toys, and coats. Plus I found some things I’d totally forgotten we even had (because they’ve been packed up for over a year). I didn’t find everything, like my leather coat I bought in Texas many a moon ago, but overall I’m pretty pleased. We still have to hang some artwork, but the general organization is much better.
In the middle of all this, Middle Monster decided she would really really like to have her own room…in the basement. Right now, she’s sharing a room with Littlest, and the only thing downstairs is my office and the kids’ play area/family room. We don’t have another bedroom and I can’t give up my office (I telecommute for the Evil Day Job), but she was happy with just having a bedroom set up in the corner.
So on top of all the cleaning Sat, on Sunday we put together a platform bed in the basement (involved a trip to Lowe’s to replace the plywood base that had cracked) and moved a bunch of her stuff into the basement. She hung pictures. She set up shelves. She made her bed.
And lasted about 10 minutes after bedtime. Then she was back upstairs with her little sister. Oh well. I think she’ll make it eventually, and she loves having her own space. Once the newness wears off, I think she’ll be able to sleep down there permanently.
NaNoWriMo Count: 23,274. I’m going to start falling behind if I don’t pick up the pace.
In a discussion with Dmitri, one of Yiorgos’s best friends, Clare says:
My specialty is food and he sampled the best I can offer for Remy’s. You heard me warn him not to eat another piece of cake but he insisted on another piece not once but twice. It’s not my fault he’s a pigheaded chocoholic.