Clean! (ish)

I have company coming by this afternoon, and so in preparation for said company, I cleaned a bit. Mainly I desperately needed to find the kitchen table again, and there’s a divider between the mudroom and the kitchen that collects quite a bit of stuff.

So I started to clean. The table was pretty bad, but there was a large number of things on the divider to sort through.

Just when I thought I was almost done, my youngest came home.

So to backtrack a bit, before I started to clean, my younger child asked if he could dye his hair with his friends. He checked with my husband and got the okay, so the three of them left. I was ready to start washing dishes when I saw the three kids back in my yard.

My youngest with hair dye dripping everywhere.

Oy, shit. So we quickly got a bunch of water together (some in a tub that had quite recently been used for keeping cereal fresh), rinsed the worst of it, then I went to get towels (thank goodness I hadn’t thrown them out yet) to wrap the head so traveling through the house was safe again.

After that, the day returned almost to normal. Of course, at that point, I was sweating bullets. (The plan to shower after cleaning was a good one.) I finished vacuuming, then after showering, I got the dishes washed.

There was more on my list that I wanted to clean. There’s a bunch of stuff above the television that could use some intense dusting and sorting and probably throwing away. I wanted to clean in front of the television, too, and there’s a coffee table in the dining room (don’t ask) that also needs unearthing.

But I’m done. There’s no more energy, and no telling when company will arrive. There’s nothing quite as worse as being mid-project when someone shows up at your house.

Maybe I’ll get a nap in before folks show up.

The point was, I can see my kitchen table! And the divider, though perhaps it isn’t spotless. And the floor has been vacuumed, and that was critical.

I declare this a win!

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Sticking around

I went through my books and donated or sold probably 75% of my stock earlier this year. One book I thought I had gotten rid of was Simple Abundance (affiliate link). It was a gift from my sister-in-law a few years back that we were going to read as a group (there are eight of us) and know that we were reading it together.

I didn’t read it, though. Maybe just the first page or two.

But this week I finished my audiobook Radical Acceptance (affiliate link), which I adored, and got back to my podcasts. Currently I only listen sporadically, but I had Oprah’s Super Soul Podcast in my queue, and so I listened to the next interview I hadn’t heard yet.

It was by Sarah Ban Breathnach, the author of Simple Abundance. And as I heard these two women talking, I thought to myself that the book she’d written sounded like it was right up my alley.

I looked it up on Amazon.

Oy, I just gave away that book! I thought. And it made me think of this other audiobook I’d listened to recently, Goodbye, Things (affiliate link), where the author suggests that anything he was meant to keep found its way back into his life. I thought about buying another copy for myself because I could quite distinctly remember leaving my copy in the bin outside 2nd & Charles, but the price deterred me.

Well. Now that I’m home, I want to go grab my copy of Write It Down, Make It Happen as mentioned in my earlier post. And what do I see on the shelf exactly four books, one box, and a piece of cable car cable down from WIDMIH?

Simple Abundance.

Yeah.

I think I kept it as a, “I’ll see how I feel about this in the next round of Giving Away,” and that was a smart move. Now I’ll be able to pick it up and give it a glance every so often as was originally intended.

But the fact that it’s still on my shelf? Yeah. Definitely a sign.

Write it down

It’s time I pick up my copy of Write It Down, Make It Happen (affiliate link) and reread it. I loved it my first time through, and I found a lot of value in it.

But I didn’t ever do it. I never wrote down my dreams and why I wanted them. I need to do that now. I need clarity in my life and looking deeply into myself to find it is going to be the best way. I have plenty of journals, and I love to write with pen and paper. The process will really be fulfilling several needs.

Have you read the book? Did you write anything down? Get any results?

Do you think the whole thing sounds like a bunch of hogswallop?

Support

Cultivate Your Support System (Part 1)

I am desperate for positive media in my life. I am striving to manage myself in a caring and loving way, and then, in turn, have the energy and skills to support and uplift my children and husband in the same areas.

It’s not easy, but I’m working toward it.

The link above was helpful to me. I know the story behind the post – the author has had to move away from the life she manifested and loved for the good of her health. I’m proud of her for doing what had to be impossibly hard. I’m grateful there are examples like this being shared so I can learn from them.

I can’t always be as open here about my life as I would wish because my life isn’t just me, there are also two underage children and my partner to consider. But I hope to find ways to help by sharing my experiences.

Happy Wednesday, everyone.

Not quite working out

I went for a car appointment last week on my day off (Friday), and the problem needed a part that wouldn’t be acquired until Wednesday, so I made an appointment for today to get it fixed. I showed up a bit early, ate a lovely sandwich and got some coffee, and when my appointment time arrived, popped inside.

They worked on things for a bit until the guy (who knows me by sight at this point) came in and said, “We’re actually out of this other thing that the tool we need to remove your old part needs, and we can’t get it until tomorrow.”

So I go back in another eight days when they will have my parts, the fuel for the tools to remove and replace the parts, and actually get the work done.

While I was there, a gentleman came in at opening time (I like making my appointments there early, especially when I have to wait). He needed a bunch of things, and could they see him today? The guy behind the desk apologized and explained that he had two guys call off, so maybe it would be a few hours.

Well, the gentleman was upset. He’d canceled his whole day for this (but hadn’t made an appointment). The guy from the shop said he’d get the guy’s car in as soon as he could, but no promises. The gentleman couldn’t wait, so he made an appointment for another day, and left.

Then a lady came in. She needed an oil change and her tire looked at but also didn’t have an appointment. Another guy from the shop had to explain the same thing. Two guys called off, they couldn’t guarantee they could get it worked on today. Well, maybe if someone canceled or something they’d have time, but it would be some hours.

The lady was disappointed. She could do without the oil change but really needed her tire looked at. Since it couldn’t happen immediately, she left.

So two things. One, if you’re going to clear your weekend, make an appointment. It only took me one attempt to get a same-day appointment to realize I really need at least three days of lead time, or at the very least, be willing to drop it off and wait for its repair. I doubt that this gentleman, considering his age and knowledge of his car, was on his first visit to an automobile repair shop.

Two, patience is amazing. Had the woman waited even twenty minutes, or maybe asked if any of the jobs going on looked like they would be finished soon, she might have gotten the tip that my job wasn’t going as planned. Her tire could have been looked at in the three-hour appointment that my car had but couldn’t use.

Three (bonus for you!), getting upset solves absolutely nothing. I can imagine very clearly a time in my past that my day would have been completely ruined by this. I would have been out of sorts. Grumpy, indignant, and somewhat enraged. Why couldn’t they be prepared? How hard is it to make sure you have oxygen, of all things, available for the acetylene torch?

But shit happens, and it happens at inconvenient times. My car still runs, and it’s safe to drive. I unexpectedly received a gift of a free morning that had previously been reserved, and thus would be able to get some errands done earlier in the day, allowing me more time at home with my family.

So the shit that happened? Not bad shit. I have another appointment in a week, and I fully expect after two “failed” appointments, there will be much hustle and a general attitude of, “Let’s get this taken care of quickly for all the inconvenience we’ve already managed.” I’m grateful for that. And I’m grateful for my own ability right now to calmly see that the day has not been ruined, but is actually enjoying an unexpected reprieve.

And that’s my day, and what I’ve learned today! I hope you’re having a fabulous Sunday.

The Great Hair Reduction

There was a lot of hair removed from our house today by way of the hairdresser. A goodly amount landed on the floor in large chunks. But everyone is happy with the results, especially the wearer of the hair, and that’s what counts.

The longest hair in our household is now my elder child who rather resembles Carl from The Walking Dead. It’s long enough to get in his eyes but not tuck behind the ear. From experience, I know that is quite, quite annoying. Never fear, the annoyance is scheduled to be removed by a trimmer at the cessation of the school semester.

My hair is the only hair that is intentionally growing longer. I mentioned shaving my head in late December, and I’ve got about 1.5 inches that have grown back. My intent is to get it below my shoulders or longer before I succumb to the urge to shave it all off again.

The only other thing to say is how amused I am finding myself when coworkers who don’t see me daily respond to my growing hair. Suddenly I’m spoken to like a child.

“Look at all that hair!”

Like an infant born with a full head.

Really?

Yeah, so…

Happy Saturday!

Start and End (a miscellaneous post)

It could be argued that all my posts are miscellaneous posts.

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These guys are how I started my day. I came downstairs, fed the cats, and opened the window. As I made my coffee, three of the four of them mobbed said window. (They really like the cool air, apparently.) Fluffy, the only one not pictured, stopped by later for his bit of enjoyment.

About a week ago I got a new-to-me vacuum from my mom, her Dyson DC65 Animal upright. It has its quirks (it doesn’t like to stand upright, and the cord is irritatingly stiff and prone to tangles), which is why when she heard that I thought mine had broken, she was happy to have an excuse to replace hers and gift it to me.

I used it for the first time on Mother’s Day, and it’s amazing. I really, really love it. I’ve used it, and I’ve experienced the annoyances it definitely has, but it vacuumed up an entire cat worth of hair. !!!

So worth it.

My hair is growing in, and it’s eliciting an awful lot of comments such as, “Wow, look at all that hair!” And, “Wow, your hair is really growing in!”

Yes. Yes, it is. ◔_◔

I had a class with my kid tonight, and it was fun. I got drawn on with a stabby pen.

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That is all.

Worst Smoothie Ever (but amazing consistency)

Ugh. Bleh. I’m just going to mark today down as the biggest smoothie fail I’ve had. Even yesterday with its pulpy red mess was a huge improvement over today.

I started with old frozen bananas. That could be the problem right there, but I’m actually not going to blame them.

I added a cup and a half of water. Not the water’s fault.

Then kale and chia seeds and spinach. I’ve had banana and kale and spinach together before, but with orange juice as the liquid, and maybe OJ would have helped.

But it’s the peanut butter powder. I should not have done that. Nope nope nope. This is just nose-curlingly bad. It’s nasty. It is only my determination to not rise on the scale again that keeps me choking this down and not dumping it down the sink.

Ick. Blech. Do not recommend. Two thumbs down. And a toe.

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Edited to Add: to be fair, the aftertaste isn’t as horrible as I had imagined it would be.

Smoothie Report (red) + weight tracking

I made a smoothie this morning with Fuji apples, red cabbage, yams, carrots, and frozen berries. There was not enough water and it’s ended up with entirely too much pulp. It is very vegetable-y.

All this is okay, though. I enjoy the vegetables I put in, so it’s not gross. The end result is basically that I’m eating for fuel this morning instead of flavor.

Lunch should make up for it, as I nailed the dressing this morning. (Hummus + water = the salad dressing I thought I was making with the tahini a couple weeks ago.)

In other news, I’m going to start tracking my weight again as I liberally fuel my diet with healthier, mostly plant-based foods. I should be careful to note that I’m not even trying to go vegan yet. I am trying to make plant-based choices, though, for breakfast and lunch during the week. That’s the easiest time for me to have full control of what I consume. Dinners are always family-based, and the family is not going vegan any time soon. Some days I’ll be able to get more plant-based meals in, but mostly not. I just don’t have the energy right now to cook two dinners.

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Happy Mother’s Day

I hope all mothers of all types are having lovely days.

Usually, my Mother’s Days have been very relaxed. My husband would corral the kids, feed them, take care of chores for me, and I wouldn’t have to do much of anything the entire day. There was often a greeting card of various types involved.

This year is different (and that’s okay). He’s so tired he essentially forgot. My gift was a hug I initiated. The kids haven’t said much, and even though I’ve told them we’re going over to their grandparent’s house for Mother’s Day and to celebrate a birthday, they haven’t really acknowledged me or the event.

Oddy, I’m okay with this. I’m not terribly okay that my husband is exhausted all the time, but that’s life right now. I know I’m appreciated, and maybe next year will be different. Or maybe we’ll do something a little extra for Father’s Day, or our anniversary in September. It’ll all even out eventually.

So Happy Mother’s Day to mothers of babies they gave birth to in their hearts or with their bodies, mothers of furbabies, mothers of kids belonging to other mothers, and all the other mothers out there that I’ve forgotten. You know who you are, and that you deserve all the love and appreciation and gratitude that your families and friends can offer you.

Have a lovely day!

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