Leave My Home

I hate, hate, hate having my peaceful home invaded. I thought the painting would be done in the three days they said it would be. But, of course, when does work ever get done when they promise it will be done?
The walls and woodwork that have been painted look marvelous and I admit that I’m extremely pleased with the work done. The fact that they do wonderful prep work, including runners on all floors, plastic wrapped light fixtures, areas taped off, etc does add time and I should be very grateful that they are so meticulous. I love how they sweep up and clean up when they’re ready to leave for the day but I so want them to be just gone.

The other part that seems to be bothering me and it’s something I’ve noticed in the last few months even before the painting work is that I don’t seem to be able to handle clutter any more. I’m not sure how that happened? I’ve always been easy–going of nature and I could tolerate clutter for awhile. Then I’d get in there and do a major clean-up and put everything away and enjoy the result. After awhile, the clutter would gradually accumulate and the pattern of me cleaning up continued. Clutter didn’t bother me. Dirty bothered me.

Now I know that these are somewhat extreme conditions having your home taken over with workers and all the goes into it but I can’t stop getting all antsy as I look at the rooms filled with “stuff” that belongs in other areas, paintings, area rugs, doo-dads, and everything else that goes into decorating a home.

I’ve been “invaded” before by workers and haven’t felt this kind of angst towards the clutter as I do now. I’m wondering if people change their basic patterns late in life. I always believed that by the time I or anyone was older, we were pretty set in our ways and habits. So I’m really confused as to why I’m feeling this way. It’s driving me nuts until I can get in there and straighten everything up. I can see Terry looking at me, wondering “who is this woman?” And I surely don’t know who she is!
I welcome any input here.