Meaning that I am in one. Or comprise of one. But not smell like one. I don't think. (Um...) This is not coming out right.
So, yes, I am in a bad mood. Or a down mood, which is different, I guess. There's not a lot of stomping about, but copious heavy sighs. Maybe it's that I haven't had my D in weeks? Or any vitamins for that matter. Or really haven't walked more than a couple of times. No working out, at all, now that I think about it. That explains my pants.
Plus, it feels like all the money we have is being drained out for not fun things like organizers in our new house. Things I already have, but which do not fit in my new cupboards or drawers and therefore have to be repalced entirely. Why does a plastic bin that I need 20 of have to cost $12 each? Anyway, this is why I have no bins. I am desperate, not stupid. Still, the mess is intense and my in-laws will be here tomorrow to see the glorious New House. I just feel overwhelmed by it all. Of course, this means I am doing none of it.
*sigh* I need something. D. A new dress. A professional organizer. A fast ticket out of town before my in-laws get here. Something.
OH! To give you an idea of how fun this mess is, a little story about my two and half year old. This afternoon, my daughter (love of my life, carrier of my genes, someday to inherit my jewelry/fortune/collection of fruit shaped bowls that serve no purpose) came into my room, surveyed it, and sighed very deeply. Then she said to me, "Mama, I am not proud of this mess." I actually had to process what she said and that it hadn't come from the TV- which is not yet actually set up because, apparently, we need a mason to drill holes in our brick before that can happen. By the time I did confirm that, yes, she said it, she was walking out shaking her head saying, "You have a lot of stuff to pick up."
Thanks, Kid.
The project I came up with in the last post was great. Fabulous, in fact! And I did it. Mostly. Except that I haven't found my cord to download pictures yet. And a lot of things I found to take pictures of were inconveniently no where near the camera (I had left at home).
Then there is the new house. It's wonderful, but a total time suck. I dreamed of owning a house. But I sort of forgot to dream the weeks it would take to get settled into it. (Dreams meet Reality. Dreams, please back down, Reality is just doing it's job. Please? Dreams? Dreams! Back the hell down! REALITY!! DO NOT sock Dreams in the face!) Those two. They just never get on in my head.
I'm still baffled as to how 935 square feet of relatively not-packed-condo can take three weeks to move. Waves and waves of things I have no idea where they will go. I won't even go into the bed. THE BED! (Okay apparently going into it a little). Which is Not. It is in pieces. And not just the kind that bolt back together, but the kind that require both a blow-torch and possibly someone sawing my box-springs in half to get them up the stairs. Yeah.
And maybe that's the true source of my malaise and even, really why I wanted to do this blog in the first place. I have the tendency to do too much, expect too much. (Say too much...sigh). And when you pile so much on yourself all at once without any sense of reality, there's not a whole lot of hope that it will all come out exactly the way you want. One thing at a time, right? The truth is, I'm a dreamer. I like it that way, but Dreamers, occassionally get a Reality smack down.
So my new goal is just to fold my laundry. At the very least, my underwear can find a home before my in-laws get here. The rest I leave for another day. And maybe I will take my D because at least I know where that is.
And also, I need to rewrite my will. (Traitor.)
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