I've lost track of the days. But I am becoming disheartened by the new laundry and more bags of trash. For two days -- not in a row -- we lost sight of the carpet we had fought so hard to uncover. The other day the Denizen of the Room did a great job on reducing the contents of the toy box from 273.4% full to about 78%.
But she didn't look under the toy box. Now you have to understand that this toy box is pretty low slung to the ground -- there isn't a lot of room underneath. Yet I was able to fill half a bag of trash. My favorite piece was the piece of heavy duty thread that had no end. The more thread I stuffed into the trash bag, the more there seemed to be.
But -- progress -- when I went out the bedroom door, around to my son's room, and back in through their adjoining bathroom, I found the spool. And while I almost injured myself reaching over to the desk I was able to find scissors to cut the thread. Then I took the Himalayan route back and managed to pull the rest into the trash.
Last time she vacuumed the Denizen not only filled the bag to the creaking point, but she broke the belt as some foreign object got caught in the swirly brush that allegedly picks up rubble faster than just sucking would. I managed to unearth a belt and when I noticed there were bag changing instructions on the actual bag I managed to put a new one in without breaking the plastic fittings that hold it in place.
It has actually been 24 days since we started this excavation -- I just counted. If you saw it with new eyes you wouldn't believe we had started yet. But the yard stick affixed to the wall for the purpose of measuring the rubble level shows that we have made significant progress. When the Denizen takes the 'nother three bags of laundry out and sorts through the box of keeps or trash I left for her this morning, it will look even better.
We need optimism. It helps us face the day.