There have been some sad things happening in my life lately, some of you may know of them, but by far the most private unfortunate event has been…the infection that is my bedroom. I’m not too sure how it started, perhaps some horrible event that required dressing up which always leads to a tearing apart of the closet for something that I don’t even own. Or perhaps it was my bimonthly attempt I made to do laundry (and let’s be clear that bimonthly in this case means every two months, no kidding) only to carefully lay the clothes on my bed to avoid wrinkling. Behold! Weeks later I have carved a little nook in the corner of my bed for sleeping instead of actually putting the clothes away. Don’t misunderstand. This is not just about clothes and junk. The bathroom indicates that some boys have been using it. Discoloring of the toilet, ring around the bathtub, grime coating the sink. It’s disgusting. But for the life of me, I can’t remember bringing any boys home this month. And upon further investigation, I pulled out enough of my hair from the tub drain to fashion a wig for Locks of Love.

I have begun to feel about my room much as I suspect I would of my yard if I were in some backwoods family with a ktichen sink snuggled up against a collection of junker cars on blocks and an old couch. I fantasize that one day I’ll come home and someone with an absurd love for crap will have taken it all away or better yet, a teenage pyromaniac will resolve the matter for me. My sister has asked me every day for the last month,

“How’s that room coming?”

“Great, I think they’re working on it right now.

“Who’s that? The gnomes?”

“Yeah, they cost a lot and they tend to play too much, but I think they’ll do a good job.”

“But the trouble with gnomes Kate is that they like to undo their work when they’re done.”

“Ya know, that’s been the problem. Every time.”

So today is miserable. It’s true Seattle weather, drizzly and grey. I got a brand new patio table late last night that I was looking forward to using today, but alas, the weather has dictated that it is a day for cleaning. So I’m kicking the gnomes out and I’m braving the mess.

I thought for fun though (and as a way to procrastinate further) I would post some pictures and we could play a game called, “What embarrassing crap has Katie been tripping over in the middle of the night?” You may even be able to see a couple cats lost in amongst the mess because every so often Mad will send me in on a recon mission to find a missing kitty. Although, I think they are convinced I created the mess for them to play with. In the dead of night. Loudly. Thus the gradual rotation of things into the bathroom that I lock up at night (e.g. I have determined that the sound of a cat playing in a paper bag literally triples in volume between the hours of 2-6am).

Update: Maddy thought I should show the little corner where I’ve been sleeping.  You can see Xander has a little bed next to me, but what you can’t see is that where my legs would be is where Anya sleeps so I really only have half of the space you see here.