April is a scary month.
Oh, sorry…let me clarify. April is a scary month for my husband when he sees our bills. April is when I redecorate.
When the sun finally comes back to Ohio after months of teasing us with the whole, I’ll come out, but only for a minute once a week thing, I get the urge to buy new towels. I blame the lack of vitamin D.
But, it’s not just new towels. I start refinishing furniture and painting walls, which leads to needing new rugs, then new pictures, and oh my, those candles don’t even match anymore!
I have lugged an armoire up the stairs and a treadmill down them. My king-sized bed has been bounced around like a ball. I hang blinds, buy new pillows and change cabinet hardware. I pack stuff into boxes, store it in the basement, then revisit the boxes I packed the year before. If the items fit into my new scheme, I pull them out. If they don’t, then I try again next year.
Come April, changing things around becomes the only thing I think about. If only it would translate to my eating habits and exercise routine because I’m pretty sure that wearing shorts would make me happier than having a whitewashed coffee table.
Then I wouldn’t scare my husband with the bills or when I get ready for bed.