Sometimes we want to reminisce, to see just how far we’ve come in this parenting gig. So, I am putting my Javaline blog on my new blog, so I can refer to it anytime.
Writer of Words, etc…where the saga continues.
Writer of Words, etc. aka Javamom of Javaline Blog
Yesterday morning, the already cracked and broken mirror on the ancient medicine cabinet above the sink fell on top of my 9 year old son’s head.
Thank goodness he was neither hurt, nor cut. When I think of all the blood, or worse, that could have been if that mirror had fallen at an angle…
Basically what I’m saying is this house is trying to kill us.
(Renovations start in January based on final budgetary calculations.)
I have had no time. I have had no desire to do anything other than feel sorry for myself. I don’t bother cleaning anymore either unless it’s a quick wipe-up or vacuum just to keep my sanity intact a tad longer, but really, the motivation about this house has left me ages ago. And after interviewing and paying for and looking at designs by two architects we finally have made a decision and I think things are going to start rolling.
Right when the snow starts falling.
Right when the regular hockey season is doubling up with both practices and games.
Right when his work is more stressful and occupying than before.
Right before Christmas.
Whatever. Frankly, moving out of here can’t come soon enough. Which just adds another slog of things to the list: get a POD moving storage bin thingy delivered onto the driveway and fill it with essential items (about 25% of what is in this house, the rest….get out of my way while I purge, people, or ELSE…) and look for an apartment to stay in for three months.
Well, then again, maybe we’ll just pitch at tent at the rink…since we hardly ever seem to be anyplace else these days. 🙂
It has begun. We are on the threshold of deciding what, if anything, we’re going to do with our house. The questions outweigh the answers at this point, but one thing is for sure: even if we ultimately decide to move, a certain amount of improvements and updating, if not downright replacing of certain items on the main floor is in dire need. So the hunt for answers has begun. Continue reading
Do you realize, in real. physical terms, that when you have a child that is 8 or 9 years old, in ten, that’s 10, short years, he will be an adult? Continue reading
Life is nuts.
Gonna get nuttier.
I will be back…can’t wait to come back.
The end has come and we have arrived and as soon as I get locally grown strawberries and some chilled wine, I’ll be at the poolside.
Oh wait. It’s raining and cool. The humidex isn’t due back till Sunday-ish….
That’s ok. I’ll just engage in learning how to embrace the clutter and chaos. Sonja is doing a fine job starting: she is going through her poetry journal and re-singing or chanting all of it. I snuck behind her and filmed her cute little voice because how precious is that? She is reliving her two years of Kindergarten.
Ben is on the couch. In pjs. Playing some sort of fast-moving video game on his Nabi tablet. He wants the updated hockey version which costs money and I said no. Ha. So he went back on the couch and is playing some other fast-moving game. Whatever.
And DH is here instead of at the hunting club. Because of the rain.
First day of summer and we’re all lazying around. 🙂
Nothing is truly lost until mom can’t find it
No truer words have ever been written. I’m telling you right now, the state of my house has me at my absolute nervous-breakdown edge, and looking for lost stuff is what my daily life consists of. Continue reading