When my anxiety is at an all time high (middle school! middle school!), I like to try to alleviate some of the stress by finding a project to get my mind focused elsewhere.
After living in this house for over 5 years, I decided I was finally ready to tackle the removal of the kitchen wallpaper. Only it's not just the kitchen - it's the dining room and a small room behind the kitchen, where you can either turn right to a half bath, turn left to go on the patio or turn to go downstairs.
So, I started with the smallest area, here:
Except for a few small scraps, this room is finished. I'll finish it up today and start on the main kitchen:
And more - this is actually leading into the dining room:
All the way down to the hallway:
And there is more over the cabinets, too! I'm going to be a busy girl for a week or so.
The thing is, projects like this make the Evil Twin's asshole pucker in rage. He does not like things to be half-assed looking or not tidy. I promised him I would keep my work area as neat as possible and try to be quick about it.
Once the wallpaper has all been removed, then we'll choose paint color or colors and that's when the Evil Twin steps in to finish the project.
Then we never have to worry about it again. I'm not one of those "change my mind on color every six months" types. (not that there's anything wrong with that, but once I make up my mind, I tend to be happy with my choices and never look back).
So, that's my new stress reliever. Well, that and Ativan. And Chardonnay in the evenings. A girl has to incorporate a little bit of fun into a dreary job, huh? ;-)