Dave and I have lived in this house for over a year, and I don't think I had ever cleaned the bathroom mirror, shined the faucets, or used the vacuum hose to clean the corners of each room a single time.
That changed last week. We are in the process of adopting two sisters, ages 12 and 14, from our local foster care system. We have been visiting with the girls for a few months now, but this past weekend they came to our home for the first time. I spent all of last week trying to channel every bit of cleaning wisdom my mom had ever given me--I wanted the house to be absolutely spotless (because obviously 12- and 14-year-olds really care about clean houses). I even washed the windows inside and out (which, Dave pointed out, I had not done since we moved in, which explains why I had to wash them twice before they were sparkly). Did you know that the little tracks on windows get super gross and full of dead bugs if you don't clean them for a year? Ick. From now on, I promise to clean more thoroughly than my habit of "vacuuming sometimes" and "intermittent sweeping."
I haven't shown off our little home since we first moved in, so I am taking the opportunity of this unprecedented cleanliness to show off what we've done with the place in the past year (other than the kitchen--it looks nearly identical). We have made some pretty big changes as we prepare for adding more members to the family.
The sisters had described their dream room to us--Fourteen requested blue and black, and while Twelve agreed with the color choice, she immediately asked for a big line straight down the middle of the room. Linden made the drive down from Orlando two weeks in a row to help (she is already such a good auntie!) to help paint the room and assemble furniture. Wise Riley, who is of similar age as the girls Dave and I are adopting, told me that I should make sure each girl has her own nightstand with a drawer and her own dresser.
We began by freehandedly taping off large triangles and separating those triangles into smaller shapes (I am proud to say that we also did a test area to see if our chosen colors were the correct hues--a younger me would have thrown caution to the wind). The thrill of putting triforces all over the wall was exhilarating for a Zelda fan like I am. Once we were happy with the design, we painted over all the tape with the existing wall color to ensure crisp, clean lines. Ah, the midnight oil! It coursed through our veins!
Linden masterfully marked out the plan for our three shades of blue so that no two shapes of the same color would touch. After 4am and two coats of each hue, we gleefully ripped the tape off the wall and admired our work.
We also have Minecraft torch lights flanking the doorway to Dave's little office cubby, and really, what adult bedroom is complete without functional video game paraphernalia?
The girls came to the house for the first time on Saturday, and they loved our home and their bedroom. We are so excited for them to become a permanent part of our family--now that they have been here and filled our walls with their laughter and sassiness, the house feels a little bit empty without them.