Monday, March 27, 2006

Wanted: an extra closet (or 2...or 3...)

We've thrown out/sold/given away everything we can possibly think of, and we still don't have room for what's left.

As much as I'm happy that the boys now have their own rooms, it put us in a bind for storage. Where to put that pesky file cabinet? What do we do with the videos and kid's keepsakes? It's all stored in what used to be our MB walk-in closet. It's more like scrunch-in, now.

A basement would be great. Not happening here unless I want to make everything water-tight and don't mind swimming to get to it. Attic would be good, too. But after having my outdoor Christmas candy cane lights turn a grotesque color of yellow last year, I nixed the idea of using it.

Honestly, we don't have tons of stuff. DH makes sure of that - he's the anti-pack rat. Pretty much, if it's not nailed down, it goes in the trash sooner than later. The kids are another story. I've had to play "dumb" (not a stretch, I know) so many times about what happened to any number of leaves/rocks/acorns/happy meal toys/"insert odd item here" because they've been disposed of when the kid wasn't looking. It involves something like, "Ummm, I know I saw it last week. Where did you put it?" Then I pose an unrelated question (usually involving food) that throws them off of the interrogation trail. Whew! Crisis averted!

DH is waiting to hear from another prospective employer which would involve moving. This time, I want no less than 2,000 sf. And most of it had better be closet space.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

My joy in life is missing.

It disappeared when I wasn't looking. Or maybe I was looking too hard.

A tennis game today, turned into "how to berate yourself silently for hitting sucky returns". It was all too clear at that point that "joy" was gone. To drive the point home with a hammer, the other couple next to us were playing, laughing at miscues and having a good time. Which, in turn, made me berate myself even more silently.

Where have I lost the joy? The fun? I don't like myself very much (can you tell?) these days.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

I'm sick

What the hell is wrong with me?

After going through my closet yesterday in a desperate search for something that fit from the waist down, I realized that I was left with two - TWO - pair of pants that could be deemed suitable for outside wear. I cursed myself for the rest of the day for letting it get to this point and kicking my ass for not doing something about it sooner. How can I ever hope to feel good about myself when I'm staring at the flab-ulence that's become my waistline?

You think I'd be smart enough to say "enough." Ah, not so... Today, I stupidly recommend DH pick up donuts for the kids that are sleeping over, ("...oh, I'll just have one...") and lose my mind when he calls while out running errands and asks what I want from McDonald's ("can you bring me a Big Mac?")

I'm sick I tell ya'. Sick.

Friday, March 03, 2006

He'll make a good husband some day

I really wish I had a digital camera!

E. & J. never had the cleanest room in town. However, E. was always blaming J. for his toys and everything else as to why their room could get so messy. After giving them their own rooms two weeks ago, it's apparent who the "real" messy person is.

"I'll take 'Teenage Habits' for $1000 please, Alex"....

J. now makes his bed EVERY morning, without fail or prompting. You'd swear that a 10 year old boy didn't inhabit the room - toys are put away, drawers neat, shelves organized - the works. It's as though the cocoon of being with the older brother has broken free and he's become a dyed-in-the-wool neatnik! LOL!

Honestly, it's making the rest of the house (and me) look bad. But I'm enjoying every minute of it - while it lasts.