Not sure where the energy or strength is coming from, perhaps it's just sheer determination at this point, but I have really been putting forth tremendous effort trying to get the upstairs livable.
We no sooner bought the house and the roof started to leak, so about 10 years later an entire new roof was necessary for that section of the house, of course by this time the walls had to be torn down in both rooms and a BIG walk in closet. Now the attic was already crammed full as my husband has taken over the basement, the garage and all of the sheds, so it is my only place to store things, and this house was more than full before moving Mom in!
So considering how old this house is and knowing that electric was not replaced like the downstairs, we did that too, and insulated, and decided to refinish the wide plank heart pine floors, (why not, let's go for bone broke),so all of the things in these rooms were constantly shifted, most was piled in the attic. finding things is just insanity!
We were no sooner getting the upstairs cleaned up than my Mom fell down the stairs and broke her hip the first of October, at this point all work stopped, it was run to the hospital, and then the nursing home, then we brought her home around Thanksgiving, and had to move a bed downstairs, find room for wheel chairs, shower chair, 2 walkers, potty chairs with raised arms, PT and OT's in and out constantly...The living room was the only place, so it was haul out coffee table, sofa table, kids rockers and everything else, move the entire room around, and wait until my husband felt well enough and the neighbor could help...
Mom is FINALLY able to navigate the stairs with a cane, her PT ends in less than 2 weeks, she wanted a change in that room, so I have been in the attic digging out what I used to have in that room before my grandson wanted it, which was kind of 'Shabby Chic/Romantic' as far as the Theme. Did I forget to say that they wanted to change bedrooms too? My Grandson would never sleep up there, he watches too many scary movies with his older sisters, and seldom comes down anymore, considerign himself a 'preteen now'...so the kid theme is OUT, where to put all of these endless crates of toys??
I look and feel like I have been excavating King Tut's tomb, trying to find everything between that packed closet and attic, been deep cleaning, vacuuming all the books in my library, washing windows, ironing curtains, scrubbing floors...
So when I 'CRASH' it should be like a shot heard around the world! It just seems endlessly demanding, and to do one thing, you have to do 25 other things before it can happen! NO wonder I'm nuts!
I know my Mom will be glad to get her room back, and I will be more than ecstasic to get my living room back!
So this is what I've been up to, or at least a few things, been a wild ride. It just NEVER gets any easier! I can't even find a single soul willing to help, even with pay!
So how about you all, what 'mountain are you climbing'?
Wishing you all well!
Big hugs,
SK