I’ve been doing little things around the house — replacing a broken latch, touching up wall scuffs and dings, swapping out light switches, and securing loose window panes. That sort of thing. The stuff that gets neglected as you get used to a cabinet door that doesn’t quite stay closed or marks down the hall that you don’t notice as much anymore. I keep a running list to-do list, and I grabbed everything I needed at the hardware store over the weekend and got to work.
We haven’t *not* been mid-project since we moved in three and a half years ago. Slowly, tools, paint, and supplies have migrated from the basement up to the third floor, to the point where I need to set aside a full day just to bring things back down and get it all in order again. Other stuff is taking over too. So much stuff! The kids’ clothes need sorting to be set aside and handed down. We have a sur of lamps that I should probably sell or donate. I’m trying to keep the beds made, the toys put away, and the house in order. Little things — normal things — but they’re good distractions from stuff like the big hole we had to cut in the bead board of the bathroom ceiling.
I’m taking back the house, one task at a time. The bathroom can wait. I’ve gotten good at not looking up.