a) I've been bitter and angry.
b) I'm PMS'ing in a big way.
c) Instead of working like a dog I'm working like a cat - pouncing and then lounging around in the grass (okay knitting).
d) Corey my "personal trainer" (yeah right) called an hour and a half before our appointed first meeting and rescheduled to Friday.
e) I bought another rug. That makes two rug purchases in two weeks. I did get a deal though. The first one is a really nice wool rug on sale at Crate & Barrel. I'm supposed to pick it up tonight. The second I spotted on Craigslist. It's impeccable and a nice 6x9 Karastan traditional. Now I have hope for the room I've designated "The Library" to come to fruition. Unfortunately the room still stinks from when my dad was living in there. Where that's coming from, I don't know. Both the carpet and mattress have been taken to the dump. My friend Judy buys couches. Used to buy pans. I buy rugs now. Rugs and yarn.
f) My yard is a major pit.
g) I haven't even started my Martha sweater. Oh but I want to.
h) I can't stand it that the Marina sweater isn't done.
i) My house is in complete shambles.
I've repainted two rooms and am trading rooms with one of my sons, so my youngest and I will share a room. Noah gets a blue room with electric green accents.
I'm so grateful to get the larger room. Noah had it when the boys shared a room, but then my younger son moved to the living room with me, took over the couch and I've been sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Oy it will be so nice to not have to move that every day or pay with a Saint Bernard lying all over it or guests staring at my bed or somebody leaving their dinner plate where my pillow would be. Not a great situation. The bigger room can also accommodate my work stuff. That other room is so small, I can't believe I had all my stuff (except my bed) crammed in there. No wonder it was a hopeless mess. Of course that which is defined as "my stuff" includes all the boys' artwork, family paper work, half my dad's care correspondence, all mending and everything that my husband would normally have out in the garage on his workbench. You know, like hobby things including MY YARN STASH and a boat load of books, all my woodblock printing supplies, also my computer and work surface for my job. Meanwhile, I am leaving town for the day to haul my older son up to his programming class in the Portland metro area and to stop by the lab I work for. I sure wish there were 48 hours to each day.
On a happy note, when I'm waiting in the parking lot while my son takes his class for 3 hours this evening, I have hope to maybe get to the toe of my 2nd Child's First Sock. I'm on the heel now of the 2nd sock, so there's that:
If I get tired of that, I'll fire up my laptop and work on my web development skills. I hate being middle aged sometimes. Nailed with a lot of responsibilities, material demands and expectations of living in the 21st century which includes learning tons, more than a brain can accommodate. So I'll listen to a few podcasts to increase my Japanese skills during my hour drive up and back.
あくせんくとうする (in my clumsy American way, I'm trying to say that I am struggling with my mental challenges...)
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