Sometimes I quite like the rain. The past two days have brought us a much needed inch or two of rain and it has allowed me to slow down, stay inside and attempt calm. I haven't achieved that last one, however, I feel very burdened by my massive TO-DO list and I'm still mourning the ambition I had when this week began. The car break-in really drained my spirit. When you are a mother, a wife, you feel protective of your family and your home and when something happens that tears one little string of that web, it brings you anxiety and unease, anger and questions.
Instead of exercising I have been eating. Instead of writing I have been sleeping and walking around wringing my hands to the rapid beat of my heart. It is an exhausting combination. I'd much prefer to write three blog entries while downing Crystal Light Iced Tea and endless amounts of string cheese.
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Noah has two teeth. Two visible cutting through the gum, pressing upward teeth. It bothers him severely at sporadic and unpredictable times. Thus, I am sleepless and tired and whiny and irritable. Come join my pity party!
In other news I'm feeling renewed about the summer coming to a slow end. I like the back-to-school feel of the Fall. Even though I have been out of school for many years and this time of year marked nothing except a small Labor-Day cookout, maybe, I still feel it is the beginning of something new, a fresh start. Actually, I'm looking forward to cool days and cold nights, putting Noah in fleece footed pajamas and curling up on the sofa at night instead of watering plants and pulling weeds and going to the playground at 7PM.
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I am in the middle of a kitchen-type remodeling project. It isn't really the kitchen, but the eat-in table and den-area attached to the kitchen proper. The previous owners of our home deemed berber carpet acceptable for a KITCHEN. With food. And pets. And kids. WTF?
I made Marc promise that if we bought this house we could replace the carpet as soon as we moved in saved the money had a child had a crawling child had a crawling child who licked the floor, often. I actually started working on this project in JUNE when I casually went to flooring stores to try and match the wood in the adjacent living room. No go. The wood floor was made by Medallion and they are out of business. The ceramic tile in the kitchen was also, quite recently in fact, discontinued. Thus, we are getting a brand new floor type: laminate. A woody-wide-board, diagonal-lay new floor. It is being installed next week. In honor of this fancy new floor I decided I needed to paint the walls, you know to commemorate this experience and add undue and totally uncalled for stress and anxiety to my already full life. So, two weeks ago I began painting the kitchen. And two weeks later I am STILL NOT FINISHED. Two coats of primer and three coats of Oh!-That's-really-YELLOW paint later, I am still working on it.
I am tired.
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Meanwhile, we have a three-day weekend ahead and I plan to get some gym time, some painting time, some house cleaning time and maybe some sleep. What do you have planned?
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