Monday, September 9, 2013

Without Permission, Life Slogs On...

After the last two years of horrible health crap and moving twice, I like to think things will start to settle down. ;) A fellow blogger offered up a pictorial update and I am following suit.

The Capital-C Calendar--preschool, doc's appointments, substituting at the local library (!), the hubby's schedule, etc.

Nutrition
  • It's extremely hard to eat well when you're moving and resettling. It's been about five months and I am finally getting my 'kitchen legs' back and making an attempt to ensure we are getting our veggies. Let's not talk about the quality of our nutrition for the last five months....:/
My current produce-laden fridge. I'm optimistic.
  •  My parents have come to visit our new home many times; my mom is obsessed with cheese and brought so much cheese last time that I was forced to eat some. I'm not sure if this is good or bad for me. At the very least, it's not been horrible for me. She also brings along some stupendous gluten-free bread made in South Dakota.
Health:
  • The newest member of the Quinby family, our puppy, is still fighting ringworm. But our house seems to be fungus-free!
An anti-fungal arsenal. Three kinds of bathing products for puppy, Lysol and bleach for disinfecting, anti-bacterial spray because he keeps causing infections on himself, and, oh yeah, anti-fungal cream/spray.
  •  The kids and I have developed some sort of allergy-induced cold. This makes me ANGRY. :)
  • I have been running myself ragged. Don't get me wrong, we rest, but it's got to get done. De-fungify the house (and pets, and clothes, and kennel....), feed the children, paint the house, move us in, organize doctor's appointments, get Boy Q into preschool, etc. etc. This is the life of a stay-at-home parent, indeed. Photographic evidence of some time-suckers:
Evidence of our ever-growing To Do List. Seen here are a discarded bathroom vanity, new bathroom lights, a new bathroom vanity, paint for so many things, a bike that will likely take two years to re-hang somewhere, and post-hole diggers and concrete tubes to anchor our shed to the ground. So it doesn't blow away. !
My first experience ripping out and replacing some nasty bathroom drywall. Texturing and painting are next.
Repainting all the kitchen cupboards and adding hardware.

Painting the shed.
 Mental Health: 
  • Our new home is beautiful. There are tiny blue birds that flit around outside. Entire days go by when I don't see other people. Hard work ends up being it's own reward.
  • Sometimes I feel like I'm living a life other than my own; mostly this is because I thought we'd have a third kiddo by now and, in lieu of this, I am trying to focus on our kids and on getting some paid work coming my way. It feels forced, I guess, like I'm trying to do what I know I should be doing. My heart isn't in it. 
  • I don't know what to do about having another baby. I don't know if we should try again. I don't know if we should get rid of our baby stuff yet or wait. I desperately want to get rid of it out of spite but then I think how frustrated I would be (and how much money I would spend to replace it all...) if we do have another baby. 
A mountain of baby and toddler clothes.

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