Has it really been 6 weeks?

In CategoryRandom Monday
ByDeb

New-House

Okay, so I guess it’s been a minute since I’ve been here. I’ve thought of you guys often in a “oh, I have to tell my peeps about that!” sort of way.

The short version of what we’ve been doing is buying a house and moving. The longer version is, we bought a house, tore the place up, then tried to put it back together ourselves. One thing we didn’t quite think through was the part about how we aren’t 25 anymore. Being in my late thirties (aka 43), leads to a significantly tired-er mom and wife at the end of a day (or three) spent crawling around on my hands and knees painting stairs.

In any event, I have lots of projects to show you, pics of the new house, and my signature delightful storytelling blathering on about the choosing of Paint Colors.

Paint Colors are v. serious, you know. I bought something like 25 sample pots. And proceeded to paint them all in every room and every hallway.

Not kidding.

I also have noticed that it is now MAY and I am groaning through reading all kinds of blog posts about powering through the last few weeks of school. You know what these blog posts make me think? “Oh, right. School.” As near as I can tell, we still have something like 10 weeks of work ahead of us. The kids are super excited. Working all summer! Again! Yay us!

Whatever. It’ll be fine. Probably I won’t hardly complain about it at all.

Because I’ll be too busy regaling you with stories of how I need to get rid of a bunch of crap so we fit in this house.

Yes. I know. I just told those stories a few years ago.

Apparently I have been never-flagging in my diligence to acquire new stuff. I don’t know how this happens. I need Minimalist Deb to crawl out from under that pile of old wool sweaters that I meant to make Christmas stockings out of, grab Thrifting Deb by the shoulder and give her a firm shake.

In conclusion, I miss you all, I adore you all (especially everyone who emailed wondering where I was), and I shall be back. Maybe even with a riveting and pin-worthy story on How To Arrange Your Mini-Muffin Pans So You Don’t Look Like A Hoarder.

Oh, right – I owe you an announcement

In CategoryAdventures in Decorating, Navel Gazing
ByDeb

Sorry I didn’t post on Monday, I’ve been so busy packing I haven’t had a minute.

BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah. No.

Jim told me the other day that I should start packing and I burst into tears and cried, “Hormonal Things Are Happening and if you want SOMEbody to do something USEFUL, I suggest you go to the store and get me some chocolate!” and then I ran away.

Not really, but sort of.

Hormones!

Jim’s no fool. He’s not necessarily a saint, either, because he had a pile just as big for his own snack drawer.

I packed two boxes today,* though. Go me! And then we had to take a break and go to Chick fil A. Because obviously.

In any event, we closed on the house a week ago, and it all went very smoothly (thankfully), and the title company closing facilitator person commented that she hadn’t seen an interest rate that low in a while, which was very gratifying indeed. It could have been a lie, but I’ll take it.

The sellers still haven’t turned over possession to us, though (hopefully this weekend), so I’ve been using the MakeRoom thingy at Urban Barn and creating all kinds of idea boards at Polyvore. I am nothing if not an efficient manager of my time.

In other news, one of my knitting pals, Crafty Friend, had this fun idea to rent a space in an antique booth together and see if we could support our thrift store habit. So we did.**

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All the cute stuff is mine, and all the OH MY GOSH I MUST HAVE THAT IMMEDIATELY stuff is hers (like that super adorable chicken painting that I probably need).

She makes her own funky jewelry, too, and is starting an etsy store. I’ll let you know when it’s up and running.

In the meantime, come over and buy a turquoise table. No pressure.

*this is not the announcement

**this is the announcement

Random Monday

In CategoryNavel Gazing
ByDeb

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• Here’s a video of what Chicago Public School Teacher Training looks like.

Good grief, no wonder schools don’t treat kids with respect, they don’t even treat the teachers with respect. Would you be able to sit through this nonsense? And they are supposed to take this sparkling teaching method back to the classroom and inflict it on the kids? This makes me happy to be an adult.

 

• I didn’t have the heart to pry the kids away from what they were doing this morning to do schoolwork. They are drawing comics for the first time, and they are very cute and funny.

I figure prominently in these drawings as The Bore-er, a villain who robs banks after boring everyone around into a coma by reciting Math Facts.

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See the guy droning, “wa-wa-wa-wa”?  That’s me.

Whatever. At least I have a super-power. Little gave me a cape in her drawings, too.

 

• Boxes packed: Holding steady at zero.

Paint swatches accumulated: Probably need some more.

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• Happy Monday, y’all!

tl;dr

In CategoryNavel Gazing
ByDeb

Which is what I want to say to my kids when they carry on endlessly about all the various injustices they are suffering. 

So. Many. Problems.

I don’t ACTUALLY say that, of course, because I rock at being a mom.

What I actually say is, “too bad, don’t care.”

Or sometimes I sing “no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no” to what I thought was the melody to What I Like About You, then wasn’t after I went to youTube to check and endured a 30 second Pampers commercial that made me want to stab someone.

Whatever. Just know that sometimes I mix it up with sarcastic singing.

There are so many injustices suffered by the children in my house, it’s virtually impossible to keep track of them all. Or to care about them, frankly. I can’t really focus on arguments over who owns the Lego croissant when I’m updating my phone and I haven’t been able to text anyone for OVER THIRTY MINUTES. These kids have no concept of real problems.

Speaking of which, I read that Yelling at your kids is just as bad, if not worse, than Spanking. What I want to know is what if you yell and spank at the same time? What if you yell, then spank, then yell some more? Do they cancel each other out? Probably they do.

TL;DR, for those not in the know, is short for Too Long; Didn’t Read, which is apparently what some bloggers get in the comments after they have written a very long post. Why anyone couldn’t summon the energy to read the post, but CAN dig deep enough to leave a rude and pointless comment is beyond me.

I can’t summon the energy to pack any boxes, but I DID go to Sherwin Williams and get a paint-chip deck and then sat on the couch studying all the minute differences between the blue-greens and the green-blues. Also, I have given in to my daughter and agreed to paint her room pink. I wanted to paint it a light green, because all her stuff is pink and I think pink and green is adorable and that all pink will be toooo muuuuuuch, but then I thought what’s more important? Her feelings or mine? And then Slightly Better Deb gave Selfish Deb a stern talking-to and banished her from future kids’-room-paint-color discussions.

Stupid Better Deb.

Also, I bought some Lego art as a surprise for Big, and looked at rugs online, and have managed not to buy any more lamps.

Anyway, if you look at it just right, I’m making loads of progress.

Plus also something else is happening that I will tell you about next week. 

Hope y’all are well!