The More Gray the Merrier….and other random thoughts.

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I have strands of gray in my hair. It happens with old age. I consider myself old these days. I haven’t been blogging lately because I’m too busy getting gray hair from all the stress!

Last Saturday we cleaned the kitchen in our new house (just our kitchen) for five hours. FIVE HOURS! Oh, if I had all the money in the world I would have just hired someone to build us a house and then another person to handle all the stress while I just shop for decor and pick paint colors! So back to last Saturday, when my gray really started to kick in…I finally sent my husband to get us some food realizing it was three o’clock in the afternoon and I hadn’t eaten all day. I luckily found two tiny bags of Skittles in my purse which I dumped into my mouth immediately. I was experiencing a Clorox bleach and sugar high all at once, it wasn’t pretty. I continued to find more things ‘wrong’ with our new home that I wasn’t too happy about, which caused for a phone call telling my husband to stop and get alcohol before he came back. Alcohol and Chipotle…my Saturday.

The days all mesh together now. I was sick, Emma was really sick, I was sick over her being sick….lots of sickness. Then there’s the new house…the cleaning, the paint that isn’t getting done so we are stuck because we can’t move in until the paint is done and we can’t get new carpet until the paint is done and dry and we can’t get the other carpets cleaned until the paint is done. It’s all about the paint being done….THAT ISN’T DONE!

I can’t remember the last time I had a good night’s sleep. I toss and turn with the lists in my head for the new home, the move from the old home to the new home, regular ‘mom’ things and trying to just function like a normal human being despite being one hundred percent sure I’m a zombie these days…or a robot who only wants to eat carbs.

Carbs are like my gray hair, the more the merrier. I love carbs. They are so bad for you and my best friend when I am stressed. I’ve eaten so many carbs lately I’m starting to look like a potato, lumps and all. Which reminds me…working out! HA! I haven’t done that since I injured my back three weeks ago which isn’t healing because I carry an 18-pound baby around (add another 25 pounds for the car seat!). I desperately need to work out, it’s the only thing that gives me energy…maybe I’ll just start drinking Red Bull…or coffee?

I just got an email to all employees at work about a large tape dispenser missing…is this Office Space? Where’s my stapler?

If I get through this week without killing someone or becoming an alcoholic I think I will be in good shape. Wish me luck!

How NOT to Pack

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This has probably been one of the most stressful times in my life. While I am incredibly blessed and grateful that we were able to purchase a new home, I am completely overwhelmed and slightly panicked about the amount of work we have to do.

We move two weeks from today. While that seems like plenty of time it is NOT! We have half a room packed. Yep, Half. A. Room. Granted, our current home is quite small, we have done a good job of accumulating a lot of things over the past three years, especially with a new baby. So on top of working, parenting, family parties and all the other weekend commitments we have, there is packing…or should I say, not packing.

For someone as organized as myself, you would think I’d have it all done already, or at least some master spreadsheet of how it will be done. NOPE! I’ve got nothing…nada…zilch. We are planning to go room by room but there just never seems to be any time. After a long day with Emma yesterday and once she was in bed, I had to finish laundry, prep her diaper bag and food for today, shower and by then, I was completely exhausted. It’s definitely not easy to pack with a baby.

With stress flowing through every ounce of my body, I have done the complete opposite of what I should be doing (packing) and instead, I’m unpacking. For the past week I’ve been working on decor projects. My husband wants to kill me. I think his exact quote was, “You’re making f-ing centerpieces for a dining room table we don’t even have and a house we’re not even moved into.” I couldn’t stop laughing, mostly because it’s completely true. Why am I making projects you might ask? Well, despite my stress and panic, I am also super excited. I can’t wait to get into our new home and decorate. And since we already spent a lot of money on the house itself, what better way to save then DIY projects? Yes, horrible timing, I know, but they’re really fun for me and take my mind off the piles of things I need to pack! I also may have unpacked our never used quesadilla maker to make quesadillas last night for dinner. Yes, I am now sure my husband wants to kill me!

So while I continue to NOT pack, create DIY projects and open things I need to clearly leave packed until we move, I realize now is the time to get it together. Now is the time to prioritize, suck it up and just pack! It’s like a band aid, you can’t slowly pull at it, you need to just rip it off! It’s time to get packing…and I hope to find the motivation to stay in that mind set. Hey, it’s better late than never, right? 😉