Well, I am here.
Maybe not here-on-the-Internets here, but here nonetheless....
Seems like this week I've got too many irons in the fire; bitten off more than I can chew; insert your own cliche here... I've probably started too many things, and I'm probably not doing any of them admirably, but stuff is getting done and I'm feeling pretty good about that.
Unfortunately for you, gentle reader, not much of what I am doing is of much interest. To anyone - myself included. Most of what I've got on tap has more to do with the feeling of accomplishment once it's done, rather than any joy inherent in the actual process itself. Also, it's not cute, or clever, or crafty - so no photos are forthcoming...
Just to let you know what is filling my days, here's a list of what's going on around here. I am:
- Completely cleaning out the breakfast nook, which is an actual room rather than a true nook. We call it the breakfast nook, because it's attached to the kitchen and we don't really do much else with it. A few years back, I turned this into an area for Schecky - kind of an annex of his room, if you will. It used to be all set up as his Thomas the Tank Engine space, but as Lego has defeated Thomas as the object of my son's obsession, Thomas is being relegated to the basement as part of the cleaning up of this space.
- Trying to come up with a good system to manage all the information that has already begun coming into the house on a daily basis from Schecky's school. What to keep, what to toss, etc. Trying to stave off the overwhelming amount of paper that school entails...
- Digging my way out from under Mount Laundry! I got behind, and it's not easy to get back on top again. This morning has been an ironing-fest! Yippee!
And yes, if you read that "yippee" with a lot of sarcasm, you read it right... - Reclaiming the path between my house and my neighbor's. I might have to take a picture of this, because it's just too unbelievable. There used to be a gravel path between our houses. Now, it's an overgrown jungle. For real. The progress on this is kind of slow, because I hate, hate, hate weeding. Basically, I make myself pull 50 weeds everytime I take something to the outdoor trash can. Which, with the reclaiming-of-the-nook task, I'm doing a lot.
Does anyone else do this - have weird little tricks to motivate or trick themselves into getting a dreaded task done? I'd love to hear them if you do!
I am also rewarding myself with knitting - I fold a load of laundry, I get to knit 10 rows. I clean out a drawer in the nook, I get to read a chapter.
I know that if I could just pick one task, and focus on it exclusively - I'd be getting more done, actually finished. I just find it so difficult when faced with something that I really, really don't want to do. I am trying to convince myself that this "babysteps" method might just be the key....
Oh my God - in going back and re-reading this, it just occurred to me what I am doing! I'm nesting, aren't I?
Holy crud. I don't think I've ever nested before...
I meant to nest when Schecky was still just a bun in the oven. However, I wasted the first trimester because I was so busy being an obnoxious super-high-charged-career-girl-who-can-do-it-all-and-doesn't-need-to-slow-down-just-because-she's-pregnant.
This probably directly led to my second and third trimesters, which were spent on super-strict bed rest. Yes, I spent 19 weeks lying on my left side, and not much else. Then, of course when Schecky was born, I was too busy with things like taking care of a newborn, and trying to learn how to walk again, since your muscles all but disappear when you lie still without moving for over 4 months...
I'm nesting! I'm nesting! That is totally weird....
6 comments:
i'll be listening for your yodel-lay-hee-hooooo from atop Mount Laundry. Happy nesting.
Hi Mama Bird. Nest on! I don't even want to talk about how tall my laundry mountain is.
You're so productive! It's very inspirational. But I'm feeling pretty good right now, because this is the 1-2 hours out of every 2 weeks that the house is actually clean (every-other-weekly housekeeper left at noon, kids don't get home from school for 15 more minutes). Woo-hoo!
Is there a *medical* reason why you're nesting?!
What Capello said.
Oh, heavens! No, no, no, no, no, no.
No!
No medical reason whatsoever for nesting. Or maybe I'm just a really late bloomer, and my nesting instinct didn't kick in for 8 years. (I am, indeed in fact, a late bloomer. I think I was eligible to vote before my 12 year molars came in.)
I'm oddly flattered that anyone could even think that I could still bear a child, given that I'm older than dirt! :)
Although, since Bubba is always out of town anymore, I'd have some real explaining to do, if I were indeed with child...
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