Monday, May 8, 2006

No Witty Title Today

Jason's been in Arizona for the past couple of days so it's just me and the chipmunks. School days are fine but it's a bit overwhelming being the only parent around on the weekend. Juliana does this thing where after we've played outside all morning and gone to the movies in the afternoon she will turn to me and say, "So Mom, what do you want to do with me next?" Like we've just been sitting around picking our noses all day or something. Jason told me not to get stressed out and I am trying not to. Sometimes though when I've just finished cleaning up a big pile of yogurt on the dining room table only to find that Ava has drawn all over her legs with marker and dumped a full glass of water on to floor it gets a bit hard.

I'm also feeling a bit frustrated because the list of house "wants" keeps growing but we seem to be reaching the bottom of the well when it comes to house funds. I know we've only lived here for four months but there's still so much that I want to be able to do and it occupies a lot of my mind. Too much, I think. Then there are the things that need to be done which won't take a lot of money, but rather a lot of time and manual labor- for instance sanding and refinishing all the wood trim in the house (as well as the built-in china cabinet and some of the doors.) Words cannot express how much I would love for this to be done but unless I grow four extra arms or a clone- not to mention some more upper body strength and a lot of patience- it's not going to get done for a while. A few extra hours in the day wouldn't hurt either.

I spent the afternoon at Steph and Greg's house yesterday and found that Greg is essentially me in male form. We both suffer from the same kind of home renovation anxiety where as you're finishing one project you're already visualizing and obsessing over the next one. I have to say that Stephke's plans for an attic master suite at their home are proving to be a wee bit inspiring. The wheel's are-a turnin'....


  1. That's not entirely coincidence, you know (the "me in male form" comment). Not that I picked him that way or made him that way... just that he is. And you are. Very You-like, I mean. Which makes sense, for you, you know, being You-ish. And... you know what I mean. :)

  2. That makes total sense, I have a lot of couple friends, where my friend shares the same qualities as my man, and their man is a lot like myself. It's cool. Better than dating each other really. :) Plus, we can help our friends understand fights and arguments better too, coming from their perspective.
    And I feel your house woes, we only have an apartment and I feel the same way. I can't imagine having that multiplied in house form. Ugh. Patience sucks.