As a kid, I always rearranged my room. I would sit, think, and imagine the possibilities. And then I would start to move stuff. The traditional way of accomplishing this task seems to be: clean room, carefully lift and place furniture where you want it to be with a team of helpers, accessorize and voila. Not me. My method: sweep the junk to the middle of the room, shove furniture around and sort or throw out the pile of junk that remains.
Cleaning now isn't much different. Forget picking up an item and moving it to it's intended location. We roll up the rugs, sweep the junk into a central location and sort piles. This allows the helpers to see the full scope of the task. It's not at big of a deal. Once we get the pile put away, we are golden. It also allows you to feel great about progress very quickly. I can sweep out three rooms in 10 minutes and suddenly, they look 90% clean. Just have to tackle the pile.
Hopefully my luck and rearranging zeal hold out this weekend. I am prepared to move every single room in my house to a different room in my house. Yeah. That is the plan. A few complicating factors:
A) my partner hates this task and most of the idea
B) the four kids don't like huge change all at once
C) the house is a mess
D) my partner will be at work and the kids will all be at home "helping"
E) many pieces of furniture are too heavy to move with one person, involve moving up or down stairs and disassembly.
F) there are only 48 hours in a weekend (or so I am told)
But, there is planful purpose behind the move. Good things will happen. Possibilities abound. Change refreshes opportunity.
I cannot tell you how many conversations I have with people who say: "how does your partner put up with you?" To this, I have no answer. I don't know how he does. But he does, and I am thankful for it.
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