About three quarters of the way through each season I get "the itch". I just feel bored with our routine, cluttered, sick of my house, restless. I feel a strong desire to DO something different. Sometimes the itch is cured simply by rearranging the furniture. Other times I can shop for a dream vacation that I actually take. Or write a list of things we'll do in the next few years.
Other times the itch is not so easily squashed. Sometimes shop. A lot. Or I go off the deep end and redesign our house, plan a move, book a big trip. Something crazy. I'm lucky my husband hasn't divorced me.
This is one of those times. I tried rearranging the furniture. That didn't work.
We tried a big day at Kennywood, to mix up our routine. That didn't work.
I tried buying new storage bins for the toys so the house would feel less cluttered. That didn't work.
I tried redecorating little parts of about six different rooms. Curatins, decorative objects, pictures. That didn't work.
Now I'm working on repainting a room (well, more like making the phone call to have it repainted). I'm not sure if that's going to work.
I'm trying to talk Mike into buying a new house. That's SURE to cure the itch right? If not, I could always book a trip around the world. That should hold me off until, say...February.
Oy vey. He's going to kill me.