I’m not sure how or why or when March showed up.
But it did.
And it brought with it daylight savings time and the promise of sunshine and the hope that the grass might one day actually be green and much-anticipated company to the gatehouse. My brother formerly of the boxes that look like people and currently of the pallet letters is about to be in the house.
And so I did what any about-to-be-visited sister would do…..
I tried to clean the house to get ready.
I really did.
I half-heartedly did some dishes and thought about mopping the floor and swiped fruitlessly at the dust bunnies under the table.
But just between us….why? Weren’t they going to mess it up when they got here anyway?
I was just trying to help them out.
And besides, this giant white blank wall kept staring at me. It whispered my name like those hair-waving sirens from the Odysseus’ cliff notes I had to read in high school.
And full of nail holes where I used to have a gallery wall. Used to being the operative words. Two days into the first snowmaggedon 2015, an epic-super-competitive-mom-we-didn’t-mean-to-knock-off-your-pictures game of basketball took place.
The little people who live here were hoping I wouldn’t notice.
It was pitiful.
Pictures that looked like they needed band-aids and a propped up ampersand and an arrow that had lost its tail.
One touch and the whole wall crumbled.
And so we filled that giant, empty, blank wall with a giant chalkboard.
5 feet by 3 feet to be exact.
Big and bold and much harder to knock off the wall in case little people twist my brother’s arm into another epic basketball game when he comes to visit.
And because I’m in the running for mom of the year, I thought I’d meet them half-way….
…and give them a place to keep score. 🙂
PS Details on the chalkboard?
We just nailed the board directly to the wall, painted it with chalkboard paint and added the molding around it.
See the Reader’s Digest version below: