This week has been nuts. I honestly don’t even remember what went on. My head is spinning. My heart is racing. My anxiety level is through the roof. I can’t seem to collect my thoughts. Every room I enter, all I can do is mentally scan for the ridiculousness that needs to be packed. I feel like I’m making progress because I do have several boxes already packed. But then I think of the 7 years worth of “stuff” hidden in closets, drawers, and cabinets. It’s enough to make a person go insane. But it has to be done, most Man and van brixton type moving services need everything to be packed before they get on the scene. The smoother the move goes the better. Like I said, I already have a lot of it packed now, but I have also sold a lot of my things too because I want a fresh start int his new home with new furniture and accessories. I know that I’ve already been looking at things like the Pagazzi Lighting & Mirrors, as I now have a hallway in my new home, I was planning on adding a nice chandelier or perhaps a big clock on the wall, but I’m make those decisions more official once I’ve moved in. Anyways.. (Back up… if you didn’t already know — we’re moving. Soon. Enter: chaos.)
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| Progress! And this is just one of three stacks. I feel like I’m making headway. |
I think one of the things that’s hardest for me to deal with is how awful our summer weather has been so far. So on the days that it’s nice and sunny, I want to be outside with the kids. I want them to enjoy their summer, and I want to reap the physical and psychological benefits of sunshine. The random sunny days we do have just so happen to coincide with the days that I wake up determined to pack such-and-such room, or whichever drawers.
Through this week, the one thing that’s been holding me together is running. So far it’s the one thing I can count on to be there for me when I’m in need. Ha! Sounds so cliche. But it’s true! I know that I need to get x-number of miles in each day to stay on track with training. And I know that if I need a stress-reliever, a quick run will do the trick.
When I read other moms’ posts about running, working out, going to work, being a stay-at-home-mom, etc., they all seem to be keeping it together pretty darn well. I think I might be one of those moms, too. But let me just tell you something — it’s an illusion! No parent really has their sh!t together. Lies, I say! This move, this summer, this chaos that has been swirling around us for the last several months — has tested my resolve and determination. There are days that I just want to lie down and take a nap. But…
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| Yassssssss. Except I don’t have homework. Hmmm… |
I don’t have time for that! GAH!!!!!
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Plans for this weekend originally included a one-night camping trip with a good friend of mine and her family. Unfortunately the weather is looking rather unpleasant and since we both have small children, we canned it. I’m actually really bummed. I’ve been trying to get my husband to go camping with me for 8 years now. And finally we were going to do it. I took my kids to our local sporting goods store to stock up on supplies for them (sleeping bags, a tent, etc.) and I’ve got it stockpiled near the front door. And now it looks so sad and dejected knowing we won’t be using it this weekend. But let’s be honest — does camping in a thunderstorm with kids and a dog who’s afraid of thunder sound very fun? I don’t think so.
I’m thankful it’s Friday. At least I’ll have my husband here to entertain kids while I pack. And then when I need a break from packing, we’ll trade and I’ll take kid-duty. And I should mention that one of my least favorite things to do is wish time away — for example, “I can’t wait until the kids are older so we can do…” or “I can’t wait until next summer when…” It makes me feel like I’m not living in the moment and I know my kids are going to be teenagers before I know it and want nothing to do with me. But I can honestly say that I can’t wait until the end of August when all this packing, moving, and nonsense is over. (But see, I know in 30+ days I’m going to be so sad to leave our first house, so I don’t want to wish this time away either. Double edged sword!)
Beer me.
xo
What are YOUR weekend plans? (Please tell me you’re doing something fun so I can live vicariously through you?)
