Home Ownership

Yay! Our offer on the house was accepted last week. Now I'm scheduling home inspections and trying to figure out when to give our property manager 30 days notice.

I'm going to try to use this move as an opportunity to organize all my crap. Usually when I unpack in a new place I just dump stuff directly from a box (or lawn bag) in to a drawer and call it good. I'm determined not to do that this time. We will be in this house for the long haul and I need to start with some organization.

I have so many awesome ideas for the house already. We'll be moving in sometime late next month and when we do, get ready for some before and after pictures. It's going to be fantastic. I love color. There will be no beige and cream in our house. Get ready for some fun times.

In other, less exciting news, I have fallen in to the laundry trap. I did a load of laundry this weekend and it's still sitting in the basket in the bedroom. Normally it would only be a matter of time before the contents of the basket were strewn about the bedroom floor, but not anymore. Mrs. Bush needs to take control of the situation; tonight I'll put my laundry away.

Quantifying Wifehood

Well I did it! I cleaned the bedroom. I even vacuumed and washed the comforter. My husband was so very happy. He said he barely recognized the bedroom without crap all over the floor. It’s the little things that keep our marriage strong and happy.

Today is our one month anniversary of being Mr. and Mrs. Bush. That’s right; exactly 4 weeks ago today we got hitched! Time has flown by, as it tends to do, and nothing really feels different. I don’t know that it ever will. I’m not sure what I was expecting – like all of a sudden I would feel like a wife. I’m pretty sure that I’ve been feeling like a wife ever since Brad and I moved in together 3 years ago. He is my partner and we are in the shit together.

Here’s what I’ve accomplished so far as a Mrs.:
• Together with my better half, put an offer in on a beautiful home in SE Portland.
• Decoupaged the front of the media cabinet.
• Cleaned the bedroom.

Here’s what I hope to accomplish in the near future:
• Strip and re-paint the movie shelf.
• Close on the beautiful home in SE Portland. (Once this has been accomplished it
will create a whole new list of crap to do.)
• Organize my crafting supplies – right now they’re piled behind my sewing machine.
• Work my way through my mending pile.
• Clean the bathrooms. (Like I said – it’s the little things.)

I don’t know why any of the above tasks = wifehood. I suppose it’s just that these are things that I want to do and I happen to be married. Being married is still a novelty to me so it’s my way of quantifying my wifehood.

Silly, I know.

Clean Your Room!

My bedroom has never been clean for more than a week straight. One week is my record.

The main reason for this is that I do my laundry and leave it in the basket for days until the contents have been strewn across the floor and become dirty again before I can even wear them. My cats lay on piles of “clean” clothes so that by the time I shake out a blouse and put it on it’s covered in cat fur and wrinkled beyond wearability. I am 26 years old. You would think that by now I would have matured and grown out of this messy bedroom thing. Alas, much to my husband’s chagrin, I am an adult slob. I tell myself that when I get home from work the first thing I will do will be to FINALLY put all my clothes away, dust the bed’s headboard and vacuum the cat fur laden bedroom. Then when I get home at 5:30 the only thing I can bring myself to do is eat a mixing bowl full of parmesan garlic popcorn and watch 3 hours of Mad Men.

It was the same for me growing up. I would tell myself that when I get home from school, I’ll put my clothes away and dig through the piles on the floor to see if I can locate where that cat pee smell was coming from. Then, I when I finally did get home from school at 3:30, all I wanted to do was eat a mixing bowl of Lucky Charms and watch Golden Girls until dinner time.

Now that I’ve been married for a whole month and I’ve been watching a whole lot of Mad Men, I feel like I need to make much much more of an effort to get my shit together. (Not that I'm aspiring to be in a loveless marriage in an immaculate house.) So tonight is the night. I am going to clean the bedroom. Who knows, I might get crazy and decide to wash the sheets!