Our family has been a buzz of activity over the last few weeks. It all began earlier this year when our youngest son met the girl of his dreams. Now, there was a lot of pressure on him because our older three kids have amazing spouses who love them and fit in with our family like they were hand-picked by God, which we believe they were. So, when Scott met Julie, there was a lot at stake. It didn’t take long before we realized that she is wonderful. Over the Thanksgiving holiday he proposed and she said yes! So it looks like we are going to be four for four in the kid-in-law department.
But that wasn’t the only thing afoot. Our son, Joe, and his wife were expecting their first child. He came a week late but arrived on December 6, healthy and beautiful. They are living with us temporarily, so our lives have taken a bit of a return to earlier times. We live in the same house we lived in when Joe was born. So just when my baby who is 27 is getting ready to get married, we are transforming the house for our grandson.
Before Thanksgiving my house was overrun with my father-in-law’s furniture, which we pulled out of storage so Bob could refinish it. You may remember that he was blind so there were quite a few spills and rings from glasses marring its finish. So arranged among my regular living and dining room furniture, we had a large credenza with bookshelf, two dressers and two nightstands. There was also a pile of artwork resting in a corner of the room. We suddenly had too much stuff!
I was desperate to clear out the excess because not only were we getting ready for our grandbaby, we also were going to need a spot to put our Christmas tree. I was determined it would not go on top of one of my father-in-law’s dressers, but that was looking like a viable possibility.
A few days before Thanksgiving we were able to consign and/or sell his remaining furniture and transform the living room and dining room back into something we could live with, even if that does include a sofa in the dining room. Clutter stifles me, distracts me and gives me an excuse to be unproductive. When the excess was removed, happiness and contentment returned.
Now all I have to do is finish my Christmas shopping, do some baking, clean the house (again), wrap the rest of the presents and finish the book I’m writing. Last week I decided I would not panic until Tuesday (today). So far I’m not panicking. I guess I’m procrastinating doing that, too.