This is my bedroom, also known as my scrap room, as it looked on Saturday. Note the clean floor and desk. It's not spotless, but reasonably tidy.
I could post a photo for contrast but I will leave it up to your imagination to picture the state it is in now. There are stamps and punches all over the desk and a pile of scrapbooking things have migrated to the floor. (I seem to have a perpetual cycle of moving things from the desk onto to my bed when I want to scrapbook. That's fine until it comes time to go to bed and the desk is too messy to put things back and they end up on the floor!)
There is also a tangle of electrical things, a bottle of wine, a couple of handbags, some books, three pairs of shoes and a few changes of clothes dumped on my floor. Also worth mentioning, the ceiling light isn't working at the moment as the globe blew the other day and I haven't had a chance to replace it. I have to be careful when I enter the room at night, trying to negotiate all that stuff in the dark! (I feel the need to reassure you that the rest of the house is clean - I have a housemate so things may get strewn all over my bedroom but rarely anywhere else.)Friday night I came home from work and tidied my bedroom. Saturday morning I cleaned the desk and sorted through the pile of paper that always seems to accumulate. At 1pm Saturday, when I took the photos, my room was clean!
It is only 6pm Monday. That is only 53 hours later. 17 of those hours I spent sleeping, another 9 was spent at work. How on earth do I make so much mess?!
Okay, I did have a busy weekend.
Saturday night I went to a friend's 3oth birthday dinner at Quaff Restaurant. I thought we were just going out for dinner and didn't realise they had hired a room, his family had flown down from Queensland and we were all being shouted to a delicious 3 course meal. (I had duck sausage, falling off the bone tender veal shank and a vanilla panna cotta with berries.) I'm feeling a little guilty; I would have bought a better present if I'd know!
Sunday I met some friends for breakfast then headed off with Lucy to do some antiquing (love that word) while the guys did manly things.
Although there were a few things I considered, I restrained my purchases to this cutlery tray. Future home of something scrapbook related I'm thinking.
The drive home had a few mishaps - the righthand turn I couldn't make, necessitating me getting on and off the freeway, and later taking the wrong exit and actually driving away from my place - which had Lucy and I giggling away. When we stopped at Anaconda, an outdoorsy store, people must have thought us loopy (or high in Lucy's words) we were laughing so much.
I made it home in time to dash inside, throw on some clothes, pack a bag and arrive at the gym for yoga. Unfortunately there wasn't time to drop off Lucy (and her husband was having too much fun to pick her up) so she waiting in the car outside for the hour. Sorry Lucy!
Afterwards we all meet up again at an Indian restaurant for dinner. I had actually arranged to meet Nicole, another of our friends, there but we hijacked the plans, changed the reservation, and all trooped along.
Nicole and I were having dinner in celebration of our 18 years of friendship. We met in Grade 3 when we both moved to Melbourne within a few weeks of each other. As we were leaving the restaurant Nicole's husband Paul commented that we reached 18 years last year but we both denied that. After doing some calculations today (on the whiteboard at work) I discovered Paul's right. So, Happy 19 Years of Friendship Nicole!
So you see, I was a little busy this weekend. It felt a bit chaotic in fact. I actually came home from dinner and went to bed, turning the light (bedside light as the overhead one isn't working) off at 9pm. I was a little tired! I heard someone once say a chaotic mind leads to a chaotic space and my bedroom is prime evidence of that!
I should be cleaning my bedroom right now - I'm in the middle of a spare 2 hours between getting home from work and heading out for a session of climbing - but I don't think the tidyness would last 53 hours yet again. I'm out every night this week!
Monday night – Going climbing
Tuesday night – Seeing a play with my Mum
Wednesday night – Having a massage
Thursday night – Having dinner at Mum and Dad’s
Friday night – Going to the first of the football finals
Saturday and Sunday – Going camping
Where is my scrapbooking and puttering around home time? Not until next Monday? Oih - I'm feeling chaotic again!
I could tidy my bedroom, I know I should, but all that tidyness will just get consumed by my chaos enduced, reoccurring mess. I think I'll just look at those 53 hour old photos of a nice clean bedroom and pretend.