Going out + 3 kids < 5 y.o. + 1 baby with 2 tubes, respiratory problems, and secretions issues = impossible
This would be fine if I was pulling a true Emily Dickinson (pressing flowers picked on a morning constitutional, writing poetry, perhaps attending a piano forte concerto), but I'm at home with all these crazy littles. At home all the time. I'm sure it is a natural progression that I would become obsessed with my living space.
Growing up, the only mothering I envisioned for myself was you know, to Sudanese refugees or Thai orphans or something on assignment as a photojournalist for National Geographic. But my humanitarian mission has another name: E-L-O-I-S-E. So if I ever want to leave my house, it takes self-sacrificing from my awesome sister, cousin, mom and/or my husband. It takes planning, effort and help from others for me to leave.
So I become fixated on making my house beautiful. It is something I can do while my children are awake, as opposed to researching art history or reading, or following my academic passions, which cannot happen in the 12+ hours my children are awake.
So I'm going to rock it. I budget, I cut coupons, I Pinterest and plan on projects I want to do in my house. For months I have wanted a different sofa - a tufted, elegant, long settee type with sculpted wood. You know, something like this, ha ha:
Step 2: Figure out how to protect the upholstery while sanding the wood (my solution, my mom's idea: duct tape and plastic drop cloth)
Step 4: Clean the wood thoroughly, then start painting. It will take 4 coats probably, this is with 2:
More to follow...