Operation Shared Bedroom

Clearly I've lost my mind.

Thanksgiving weekend is always when I start in on the Christmas decorating.  The Dad pulls everything down from the attic and I spend the entire weekend, plus usually into the following week, making it look like Santa threw up in every room.

Thanksgiving is next week.  That means Christmas decorations come out next weekend.  That means the house will be a disaster for a week.  That means I won't get anything else done.  That means December will be here and I'll be a crazy person.  Why am I telling you this?

This is why:

Yes, those would be pictures of The Girl's room - as of last night.  

 Gutted.  Stripped.  Naked. 

This morning I got the rug out so it can go to the cleaners.

Yep, the week before Thanksgiving, I decided it would be a good idea to start in on the Shared Room project for The Kid and The Girl. 

Clearly I've lost my mind.

In addition to that list of to-do's on her dresser, which in and of itself is enough to put someone over the edge, I also have a baby room to figure out, Christmas gifts to work on, a car insurance company to fight with, a new car to purchase, two days a week in physical therapy to go to, breakfasts, lunches and dinners to make, laundry to wash, a house to clean - oh yeah - and two kids to take care of.  

Clearly I've lost my mind.