Maxigumee

Everything’s kind of been a madhouse around here. My family has been in the process of moving things all around the house. Kind of late late spring cleaning, I suppose. We went to IKEA a few days ago to buy some new stuff for the house. My sister is, as I may have mentioned earlier, directing the Makeover-Our-Home-Marathon 2005 and has bought paint for the bathrooms and the washroom. Because of this fussy cleanup extravaganza, the home has come into an even greater state of disarray.

My sister recruited Russell and I to move shelves, baskets, giant wooden columns, and other things out of the washroom so that she could get a move on painting it. Of course, there really wasn’t any place to put any of this stuff, so we had to just dump it into the middle of the hallway, my sister’s room, and various walkways that people needed to use. I really do hope that my sister finishes up her little cleaning spree soon, the house had just become tolerable a few days before she started making it totally intolerable again.

The time between outbursts of family members is also decreasing rapidly due to this stressful and pressuring need to clean, clean, CLEAN. I think that we all thought this job would be a lot easier than it actually would be. Or at least my sister did. I believe she was under the impression that she would simply empty out each room within minutes and brush some paint onto the walls and hoorah! But it was just a few moments that she was in the washroom before the parade of shouting and complaints started to erupt from its doors. “I HATE Dad! I HATE him! I HATE dad!” She screamed for most of the morning, having found that there was actually much more work to do than she had suspected.

I’m afraid to say that the father hating did not stop there. It has been a frequent occurrence over the last few days what with my father picking out an extremely un-terracotta paint color for the walls (very much opposite to my sister’s paint color demands). “It looks EXACTLY like the color we have in EVERY SINGLE OTHER ROOM of the house!” My sister shouted several times between gagging gestures and pretend vomiting.

It really doesn’t help me that I’m in kind of a lazy rut. I was so extremely tired yesterday, not to mention a tad bit depressed after finishing the latest Harry Potter book. There also really isn’t that much to eat in the house besides stuff that needs preparation, so I was kind of starving. Hunger is seriously one of the worst feelings ever. I can’t enjoy anything when I’m hungry. I definitely can’t read on an empty stomach. But anyway, I could sense that my mother and sister were growing very tired of my constant lying around doing nothing. I did end up helping out a bit in the whole washroom painting, but my paint skills are really very horrible and I was only able to paint a little bit of the wall. My sister and I listened to some of Geri Halliwell’s new CD while painting, though. That was fun.