SheDevil With A Hammer

There isn't much I hate worse than cleaning…I won't even lie. I know I've mentioned this before, but Lord, do I hate cleaning.

Well, good ol' Irma did quite a number on our house. Thankfully, our roof was fine. But we believe that it was one of our upstairs windows that leaked during the storm (leaked for the hours and hours that that side of the house was beaten by the storm), and it leaked down the wall, and leaked into Mama's bedroom….which had carpet.

That was one big mess. Big, squishy, wet, nasty mess. If I never see carpet again, it'll be too soon.

Luckily the college was closed last week, so I didn't have to worry about teaching…but when I got home from work at 5, we would start cleaning and tearing out carpet.

Let me paint a picture though…"cleaning" involved going through some of my things, some of mom's things…but a lot of it was my dad's old stuff. Years and years and years of "stuff." Lord help.

Then, there was the moving everything out of the room. So, the rest of the house looks like tornado came through it. 

I will say, we have stumbled across some sweet treasures, like photos of my dad, his baby bracelet, etc. That part has blessed my heart.

It has been quite an endeavor this past week. I have cussed a blue streak. Gotten myself covered in bruises. Used more tools than I knew I was capable of.

If ever I were to have a show on HGTV, I'm certain it would be called "SheDevil with a Hammer." Lol.