reality isn't always pretty

We are moving.  It has been decided.  Sometimes I'm sad, sometimes I'm happy.  We are moving for lots of reasons, mostly because all of us want to.  But we have lived here for 12 years and have always said this is it.  We have made changes based on that and now I am overwhelmed with the thought of staging my house and repainting it etc.  So it's very bitter sweet.

We live in a very highly regulated hoa community.  But we all really want to move about 5 miles away to the country.  To the biggest, ugliest, nastiest one story with a barn we can find.  I mean I want a pit of a house that I can renovate.  But we are not listing this house for about 6 mths.  So that gives me plenty of time to start packing away, throwing out, donating and redoing.  But it is still overwhelming.  Another thing that is prompting this post is that  I just found out that the adoption agency we are working with wants pictures of our current children's bedrooms.  Did you hear a pin drop?  Can you hear my heart pounding?  Is it hot in here?  I have teenagers and I am very loosey goosey about their room situations.  I'm panicking  So here is true confessions time.  This is my current 15 year old daughter's room.  Are you ready?  You might want to have young children leave the room...............................................

Yep, that's right I didn't pick up a thing.

Chalkboard wall, I don't know if we will paint over that or not.  I really don't want to, but we are painting the rest of the walls plain white and then adding a thick horizontal green stripe on the opposite wall.

This is the section I am going to try and work on this week.  Making that bookcase more useable, getting all the junk into piles for her to go through  and decluttering her desk.  I also plan to set up her headboard. She adores it, we found it in a thriftstore.  I would adore it if she would let me spraypaint it lime green or orange, but she won't.  Plus I am making new curtains that are lined.  I promise this time I will.  I have to.  So if you are wondering if my daughter and I battle about her room constantly, the anwser is nope.  I really don't care.  I'm very loosey goosey in this area.  She cleans up her mess in the house and her bathroom has to be company ready at all times, but her bedroom can look like this as long as every two weeks it gets cleaned properly.  So this is at the end of two weeks and pre the big cleanup.  But now things will have to change and rooms will have to be ready at all times, so I will help her organize this disaster and make it easily cleanable.

This weekend I have an all day adoption class and I work at church all day on Sunday.  I am aiming to get the one side done.  We'll see.  I'll post by Sunday what is done.

Quick story:  My senior year of high school our house caught fire during the day.  It was a mess and we had to move out for a few months to have everything worked on.  My mom loved to give tours of the disaster and whenever they got to my room the person would inevitable ask if this is where the fire started because the fireman really destroyed this room.  Nope, that was how my room always was.  My family loves to tell that story to this day.  I find it funny myself.  So I'm wondering did I reveal to much? Do you still like me or are you horrified?  I'd love to know and don't worry I have no plans on linking this post up, this is just for us. Although I will link the afters. 

lisa