family, kids, life, motherhood, NaNoWriMo, parenting, pittsburgh, writing
Sorry for the little disappearing act, I seem to be good at those. This week was full of appointments and places to go. The good news is my insurance is letting me have the treatments for my back again, at least for a little while, so I am in a lot less pain now. I also finally got the correct lenses for my new glasses. They are taking some getting used to compared to the old pair, but so far they aren’t too bad.
We also went to the first meeting for our new writer’s group and amazingly there were three other people that came. The group is only going to meet once a month for now, on the first Thursday of the month at the Avalon library, but it’s a start. In other writing related news I signed up for the Camp NaNoWriMo for April, and hopefully will get some writing done. I am crossing my fingers but not holding my breath on that one.
Today we got a lot of housework done, and we rearranged our bedroom. My hubby did most of the heavy lifting part, but organizing is gonna take a little longer. There is at least a lot more room to move around in there now, and hopefully having the shelves of the changing table to arrange baby clothes on until we can get him his own dresser will help us out a little as far as storage space goes, seeing as he has definitely outgrown the little plastic drawer sets we were keeping them in before.
The hardest part of having roommates, is not really having enough room for everyone’s things in this house. John, Thor, and I share one small bedroom here, and somehow we have crammed into it, our queen sized bed, the crib, two book shelves, a changing table we are using as a dresser, a file cabinet that doubles as a nightstand and a laundry hamper.
Clutter annoys me to no end, but with a roommate that is a borderline hoarder, it’s staring me in the face no matter where I look here. I try really hard to make sure at least the areas I have control of stay as organized as they can be under the circumstances. I guess it’s just a side effect of coming from a family of packrats who rarely throw anything away. I can only look at the mess and clutter so long and it starts to drive me crazy anymore. I was an adult before I knew a house looking like that wasn’t normal, and now I get really embarrassed when anyone comes over and the house isn’t in order. Don’t get me wrong, the place doesn’t have to be spotless, just somewhat remotely clean and put together.
For a long time after the baby was born I wasn’t feeling well enough to do much of anything around here. If things are getting to me this much, I must be starting to feel better. I am tired of sitting around, I want to go places and do things. I want to talk to people, and see what there is to do around here. Maybe it’s just cabin fever talking, and I’m ready for it to warm up and winter to finally be over. I wanna get out of the house, take the baby with me and put some serious miles on that stroller.