friday five: kids and vacations edition

  1. After a quick chat at today’s open house with a mom I really like, I signed Adelaide up for a Saturday ballet class. I am sooooo looking forward to tutus and tights from now until January. Zero sarcasm.
  2. Adelaide’s father is coming to the area next weekend for a visit. Guess which Saturday is the first Saturday of ballet classes? Yup. Now I’m debating whether it’s better (and who it’s better for) to skip the first class or to tell him about it and suggest we all go together … and pretend we won’t be fantasizing about tossing battery acid in each other’s faces the whole time.
  3. My parents are taking a much-needed vacation in October that happens to overlap with Adelaide’s October visitation. I have NO idea what I’m going to do with myself during all that free alone time. Battle the sads a little, I’m guessing … lots of yoga … maybe Crossfit … see a movie … it’s kinda too bad I’m not seeing anyone … SIGH … I’m gonna stop talking now …
  4. I may get to do my annual college girlfriend get together after all! We’re circling a date at the end of September. Fingers crossed. These are life-renewing weekends. No kids. No men. All laughter. ALL the alcohol and foods. Good times.
  5. I was mostly joking about the second thing. I’m gonna give him the option of taking Adelaide to ballet—they’ll both be delighted—I’m just not gonna like it. But that’s ok. Cause it’s not about me.

I worked from home for half the day today so I could take this little lady to her new classroom open house.

Celebratory Sweet Frog is underway.

It’s a pretty great Friday.

I worked from home for half the day today so I could take this little lady to her new classroom open house.

Celebratory Sweet Frog is underway.

It’s a pretty great Friday.


Throwback Thursday.

Speaking of footwear, we found my first pair of baby shoes during the move. They were in a box in the garage (clearly well-cherished).

Yes. I know they’re huge. We lived in Florida, so I didn’t get shoes until I was two … and I HATED them. In that photo album I received for my 30th birthday, there’s a picture of me sobbing on the kitchen floor and tugging at my shoes. Whenever my mother would try to set me on the floor, I’d bring my legs up as high as they’d go so she’d have to sit me down on my bottom.

Ab work was apparently way preferable to those shoes.

When my parents asked me if I wanted to keep them, I said no. So they went out with the trash.

I feel like two-year-old me would be feeling incredibly vindicated right now.


random associations

I moved and packed in my work dress the other night—the final night—but took off my shoes for safety.

Four-inch wedges + heavy boxes + stairs = nope

As I was driving from the old house to the new house with a car full of stuff and weeks (ok, months) of unpacking ahead of me, I realized I was feeling both happy and relaxed, which didn’t really make sense. It took me a few seconds to realize where that feeling came from:

I was driving barefoot.

I hadn’t wanted to put my dusty feet back in those cute shoes, so I elected to drive without them. I only ever do this on the way back from the beach, which is when I’m always warm and happy and completely unwound.

Maybe I should drive barefoot more often.


Adelaide’s happy contribution to what is please-dear-sweet-baby-jeebuz our last day of moving.

Adelaide’s happy contribution to what is please-dear-sweet-baby-jeebuz our last day of moving.


sunday seven

  1. Tomorrow is my first day as an official, permanent employee. I am bringing with me a stack of government paperwork that weighs as much as Adelaide did when she was born plus my social security card and birth certificate.
  2. If you think laying your hands on those two things three days after a move is easy, you’re a far more organized person than I am … which is probably true … cause almost everyone is. (I never said I was perfect. I’m pretty sure this is maybe my 6th or 7th Social Security Card and you only get 12 in your lifetime. Whoops.)
  3. My new room used to be an exercise room, so it’s pretty big and fairly covered in mirrors. It’s a little creepy at night—I can’t stop thinking “Bloody Mary!!” when I catch my reflection—but I like it in the daylight. (Man, that makes me sound vapid. I promise it’s mostly about it making the room look bigger.)
  4. I had a date the other day—a first date—who gave me a present. It was wrapped and everything. That’s the first time anyone has ever given me anything on a date, including flowers. It threw me off a little, but it was sweet.
  5. I made almost $200 at a garage sale today and I still have things to get rid of. I could literally suffocate myself in baby clothes. I held on to everything for so long as a mental reminder not to give up on the idea of getting to have another, but now I just want it gone. I’m feeling merciless. I don’t want to pack rat things that are only going to be sad when I open them. Having extra money in savings is always more useful than nostalgia.
  6. The new house already feels like home. I have no idea why—this is the fastest that feeling has ever happened to me—but I’ll take it.
  7. Adelaide got home late Saturday night and has been full of cuddles and love declarations. She really does miss me when she’s with her father. It makes me feel a little sad since I know this is her three-year-old brain’s way of dealing with separation anxiety, but it’s also very sweet and rewarding. I won’t ever get tired of her wanting to hold my face in her hands.

Oy

I’m still moving.

I KNOW.

All the major stuff is done and has been since Thursday. I spent today organizing for tomorrow’s garage sale, packing up the contents of three bathrooms, and packing a little bit of the kitchen.

I still have one closet to go, and of course to finish the kitchen …

but I just yelled at a cricket …

and then a shampoo bottle …

so I think it’s time to call it a day.


I stopped to eat and sat down—kiss of death—and now my body has realized how tired it is. I could use a little help in the motivation department  … just sayin …

I stopped to eat and sat down—kiss of death—and now my body has realized how tired it is. I could use a little help in the motivation department

… just sayin …

This is the last day of packing, lifting, and stressing. The movers come tomorrow morning for the furniture and then we’re done. The lease isn’t up until the 31st, so we could technically still move things this weekend, but the goal is to finish today.

I haven’t been feeling nostalgic about this move, this house, because it’s never felt like mine, but yesterday I spotted this paint splatter and got a little sad. 

When Adelaide and I lived upstairs, we’d come down every morning for breakfast and she’d point out this spot and say “piggy!” and sometimes laugh. Apparently she thought the shape looked like a pig. (I don’t really see it, but she did the same thing a few months ago after not noticing it in a long time, so maybe it’s just me.)

Adelaide had her first Christmas and birthday in this house. Her first steps. Her first word. Her first day of school. Most of her firsts, really.

I don’t know that I’ll miss the house itself, but it’s a little sad to leave behind someplace that housed so many big memories.

But like Scarlett O’Hara, I won’t think about that today; I’ll think about that tomorrow.

Because today I just don’t have the time.

This is the last day of packing, lifting, and stressing. The movers come tomorrow morning for the furniture and then we’re done. The lease isn’t up until the 31st, so we could technically still move things this weekend, but the goal is to finish today.

I haven’t been feeling nostalgic about this move, this house, because it’s never felt like mine, but yesterday I spotted this paint splatter and got a little sad.

When Adelaide and I lived upstairs, we’d come down every morning for breakfast and she’d point out this spot and say “piggy!” and sometimes laugh. Apparently she thought the shape looked like a pig. (I don’t really see it, but she did the same thing a few months ago after not noticing it in a long time, so maybe it’s just me.)

Adelaide had her first Christmas and birthday in this house. Her first steps. Her first word. Her first day of school. Most of her firsts, really.

I don’t know that I’ll miss the house itself, but it’s a little sad to leave behind someplace that housed so many big memories.

But like Scarlett O’Hara, I won’t think about that today; I’ll think about that tomorrow.

Because today I just don’t have the time.


humansofnewyork:

"What is your biggest dream?""To have my own house. With two stories."
(Kasangulu, Democratic Republic of Congo)

Me too, dude. Me too.

humansofnewyork:

"What is your biggest dream?"
"To have my own house. With two stories."

(Kasangulu, Democratic Republic of Congo)

Me too, dude. Me too.