Exhausted Little Nest: Before and After

I am moved into my nest.

It's been mostly Exhausting.

I'm very tired.

My Bed for the last 6 months.  I slept in the top bunk "Ewan McGegor"

Before I get into the mess I waded through, I just wanted to speak about starting a new job.

I'm really rather scared about it to tell the truth. I know I need to over come my fear. I have friends who will help me through it and people who support me, but I've never done anything with such responsibility. There's always been a higher authority not far off that I can turn to if there is a real problem.

I nearly had an anxiety attack last night, when I realized the huge error I had made. It was fixable of course but it set in to reality that soon I was going to be the only one in charge and people would be looking to me to make sure it got done right.

I needed sleep above all things at that time.

Even fresh faced in the morning I'm still anxious. I know once I get a month under my belt I should be just fine.

The room was a disaster though. Long shards... knives, really, of glass, old bottles of juice, dirt and dog hair. Not to mention the amount of people who've sprung around on that mattress before me. 

I started cleaning a bit before I took pictures

The sink was covered in crappy faded whale stickers. And while I like whales, I'm not keen on beaten stickers. The curtain was a blanket, and there were old documents in the corner. The closet on the right was fussed for closing because of the odd shaped hangers on it.

The minion poster was from the 2 managers ago. Cute, because that's what he called us workers.

Crumbs, bits of paper and lots of unwashed surfaces were left. So I went to town with the washings and the scrubbings. 

The state of the room... note the whale stickers.

And here's the final result!

Instead of a blanket, I used a nice light bed sheet and one of my celtic necklaces to hold it together. The sink has been purged of sticky whales, tooth paste and ancient debris. The files were put away in storage, the garbage emptied, the floor shake and hoovered, the window washed, the edges scrubbed and the walls attempted. Turns out the blue tack stains will forever be a part of some of the walls.  Ah well. I covered them with a large flat sheet, strung out over, and bunched at the bottom with another celtic necklace. Minimal is the bestest way to go with one of these rooms. Clean is best.

Hey! There's that smashing Captain America poster! Guitars not gone, but that frightening red shag is. Why do I need a carpet on a carpet? Simple is better I think. There are books in the corner as well as files and art supplies. I put my clothes in proper drawers. Clothes not in compresson bags?! Woooo! Wrinkle free, finally!

I don't do clutter well, and I don't have much in the way of things. I'm happy with the space finally. Such a jump from the space above. Of course its a little more feminine. Purple in that shade leans towards girly. I like the bottom purple, darkest one best, but the duvet cover was the cheapest of the cheap.

Dressed bed and the shake and vac in the hallway. That's the boys room. The minion poster has been replaced with one of my favourite scaves. My hairy coo is on the bed there. 

The little corner, stacked already with books and with pillows. I have a think for navy and dark blues and purples to begin with. 

Post clean up, taking a picture of my hard work, and my sweaty me. The roses "Love roses" above my miror, and a whale free sink, with clean towel, empty rubbish bin and cleaned pipes. There's some lovely lemon grass soap for my dirty paws. 

So that's all for now. I'm going to have a nap and do some banking.