Unfinished business.

Where have I been?

What have I been up to?

Everything. Seriously. Everything.

From renovating the front den and redoing the front entry with new tile to getting a new roof and carpet in the entire house to spontaneously deciding to move eight (figure of speech, as I didn't really count) states away only to decide that maybe our hasty decision should be put on hold.

I know that was a run on sentence, but it didn't feel right to cut it off since that is exactly how things seem at the moment. A run on. A blur.

I create my own messes, and I am the first to admit that.

Stupidly creating projects, just to have a project sometimes. Always.

Such as, the fact that I have a ton of frames I have been thrifting from auctions and the Goodwill that I need to prime, paint and then print photos for and then hang up in the house (especially since I know we are staying).

And then I salvaged this HUGE frame that didn't have glass or backing that instantly clicked as a hairbow frame for the girls room, that I need to also prime, paint and staple ribbon to in order to finally have a usable holder for all the girls fancy hair clips, bows and bands.

 Or the single coat of paint on the board and batton in the den that is requiring a second, and the built ins that still need crown moulding and two coats of paint.

Or the nearly completed girls room that is a shade of pink/coral on the bottom 3/4 of the wall with some aqua and white stripes on the top 1/4 of the wall, all the way around. It just needs touch up paint around the bottom. 

Or the vintage Halloween birthday party I am planning for Nev. That needs decorations made and hung still. Costumes sewn. Favors assembled. Games created.

Or the loft that looks like a bomb of clothes went off (which only happened because of the new carpet and having to move stuff around to get the new carpet installed). 

Everyone that knows me. And I mean, really knows me... will know how much I hate laundry. Whether it's mine, or not. Clean or dirty. Seasonal. Outgrown.

I hate it.

I can wash it. Fine. But don't you dare give me hell about folding it. And putting it away? That is almost as funny as saying "ironing" in our house. It just doesn't happen.If it's wrinkly, throw it in the dryer.

I had gotten caught up on the laundry about a week ago. But then it just started piling up again. And I revert back to my old ways when it comes to the damned laundry. Picking through a pile on the floor will be in my obituary. It is just me. I can't fold and put away the stuff. And, I don't know why. I just can't.

All I can say is that I hate laundry. Loathe it.

But I love clean clothes. And sheets. And towels.

Is there a disorder out there for this? If so, sign me up. Because I have it. Laundritis.

Anyhow, I have a bunch of stuff I still need to do up there. The girls room is nekked. No bed. No dressers. Just outgrown clothes in piles (there's that word again), ready to be stowed away in totes that I still haven't bought.

Do you see the pattern yet?

Lots of unfinished projects. Everywhere.

I go to bed way too late. Get up twice in the night with littlest N. And then I get up way to early to function, or be motivated to do anything except that which is required. Like make dinner. Change a diaper (or five). Give baths. Give love. Make a movie theater. Wrestle. Load the dishwasher. Or a load of laundry.

Nolan started school the end of August. Which officially puts us in the school ages. He goes three days a week for two and a half hours a day. It is a nice little break for me to just get in some girl time with just Nev and Nadie. We often get a donut at Dunkin together, or wander Kohls in search of nothing we need, or when the Hub takes Nolan in the morning on his way into work... we sleep in for an extra half hour (if Nadie lets me) and then talk over cartoons on the couch. It's nice.

We are liking it, just as much as he likes going off to school. His daddy especially likes picking him from school some days so he can take him to a "boys only" lunch. When I do pick him up he tells me about his day, then he tells me he has new friends (same names as the day before) and then just to make sure I'm listening, he will ask me who they are again. Thank goodness for little boys with big minds and even bigger hearts. He just melts mine.

So I have unfinished business yes. I think everyone does. 

I just read this quote. Not sure of the author.

Stating that you have a set number of  minutes given to you each day. And each day they reset. The old ones, used or unused, are deleted. Erased. And that when the new day starts you are replenished with a full set of minutes. How you use those minutes, is up to you.

Profound.

I needed to see that.

 

I want to spend my time more wisely.

Be more organized.

Have a better agenda for my day than just "by the seat of my pants".

 

First on the list, is to make dinner for the kids. Since they have been asking me for the last thirty minutes if they can eat now, please.