Maybe insanity is a strong word.
But I’ve thrown my entire house into chaos at the same time I am doing my first edit on my debut novel (you know, the one that will take the most concentrated thought).
If you follow me on Instagram you probably know that I am finally working on the #roomswitcheroo, wherein we move the master bedroom downstairs into the current office, my son’s bedroom into our current master bedroom, and my current office into my son’s room.
It’s madness here.
There’s a little bit of my son’s room in my room (and also in the hallway).
There’s a little bit of my husband’s closet in my office.
There’s a little bit of my new office in our living room.
There’s a lot of my office in my son’s closet.
Oh, and I have to paint two rooms (and the woodwork in those two rooms). And a closet.
Oh, and the big furniture can’t be moved up and down the stairs inside because of a tight right turn that probably seemed like a good idea in the 1930s when furniture was smaller.
So we have to move those out onto the roof of the smoke room and up and down a ladder.
And big furniture is really heavy.
And we got a foot of snow over the weekend.
And did I mention the manuscript edits?
Yes. Insanity is the correct word. Low-grade, garden variety Erin insanity.