I spent a day (a few days ago) cleaning my bedroom. it took all day, but the result is well worth all the effort. Why did I put this off for so long?
I joked with my brother that since we've been here almost a year I had decided to finally finish moving in.
Having the room clean has been wonderful. It is like a haven now where I can escape the chaos of the rest of the house. I moved the table that was in the kitchen at the old house (but which hasn't really found a home in the new place) into the bedroom. I makes a nice spot to have the phone and laptop. I joked with DH that I need to get a minifridge and microwave.
He said I had better not hole up in here. They would never see me. Eventually, the mess from the rest of the house would block my escape should I need to leave.
I haven't made my final decision yet. Minifridges and microwaves are not too expensive. I could even bring the coffee maker back here. I am the only one who ever uses it.
With all that, plus regular maintenance to keep the clean going, it could be like I have my own little hotel room at the end of the hall.
I could print up a fire-route paper to put on the back of the door to finish the effect.
That plus a "Do Not Disturb" sign and I am on vacation all the time.
I honestly do not know if I have posted this picture already. This is the eye of an American aligator at the Memphis Zoo.