I initiated picture hanging because I felt kinda of depressed yesterday afternoon. Even though there wasn't a lot to be done in the house, it just felt overwhelming. Normally, I wouldn't hang pictures in a room right away. To me pictures are like frosting; the cake is good without it, but it's better with it. It's also a lot of work; and I actually measured where to hang everything this time. Usually I claim artistic creativity when I hang pictures at different heights, but really it's just 'cause I'm usually too lazy to get a tape measure and try and make them even. It made me feel happier just to take the time to do it.
When my hubby came home he jumped in like an elf and whooshed through the house and pulled it together so it seemed less overwhelming to me. He finished hanging what needed to be hung in the new room, he took out the rest of the boxes, he picked up the big things left over. He did all this while I putzed along on my picture hanging.
It doesn't always take a lot to pull me out of a depression: picture hanging, hubby helping, my new Swiffer dry-vac, in-laws who aren't picky, deciding to further torture my sister by not posting pics of the new room until after she comes for Christmas.
It's all good, but better yet it's all down hill from here and time to coast.