The Last Six Weeks have involved…
(… in no particular order…)
(…actually in a random-what-in-the-world
sort of order even though I planned things to
be done very quickly and fastly and orderly…)
(Spellcheck doen NOT like the non-word “fastly.”)
Okay… here’s the list…
Moving the fridge into a new kitchen.
Moving the freezer into the family room.
Moving the freezer into the new kitchen.
Moving the stove into the new kitchen.
Moving a huge section of our old kitchen
cabinets into the new kitchen.
Creating a giant hole in the old kitchen
where the old cabinets used to be.
Needing to re-tile a floor.
Needing to build a wall.
Needing to build upper cabinets
in the new kitchen.
Putting together two sets of bunk beds.
Filling them with a variety of children.
Nine children , to be exact, in various configurations.
Lego’s, Barbies, Disney movies, kiddie pools,
the park, the beach, the state fair,
play-dough, trains, dolls, and balls.
Nosebleeds, bruised shins, fevers,
arthritis, coughs, and a bad sore throat.
Not quite enough time with my new grandboy.
Or to chat with my big grand boys.
Or with my girls or my mom.
Or my BFF’s.
Finding out some things that I just can’t handle.
And some things I thought I couldn’t handle but did.
And lived to laugh about it.
And also to cry about it.
Feeling like I wasn’t able to help those around me
because I was helping those around me.
And most of all, learning to make do at the moment,
to adapt where needed, ignore the imperfect,
and take a nap whenever possible.
And then, just when the house was quiet again…
…although the dust hasn’t settled yet…
…and probably won’t for a while…
… a wonderful GIFT came in the mail…
Mary Ostyn from Owl Haven
emailed me a week or so ago to let me know
that I had won a give-away on her blog!
A brand new copy of Myquillyn Smith’s
(a.k.a The Nester)
Let me tell, that book came at just the right time.
Coupled with some strong coffee, it was just what I needed
to gather my gumption and begin to put my imperfectly
messy (and slightly sticky) home back together.
(Heavy on the “begin” part, mind you, because the
aforementioned sore throat belongs to me.
So some of the gumption is only in my head.)
I’m reading… and re-reading… every page of this decorating book
that was written for those of us who have lived-in homes.
(Which is funny, because I’m a “picture-looker-atter”
when it comes to decorating books… not usually a reader!)
to Mary and Myquillyn for the much needed picker-upper!!!