You know how some people wear their heart on their sleeve?
I'm not that into fashion.
But I do wear my head, on my house.
That might not make total sense. It's because my head is a hot mess right now. You could tell that, if you came over. The best way to tell how I'm doing, really, is to look at the inside of my house. It's pretty much always an accurate reflection of the state of my mind. If my home is neat and tidy, organized with maybe some fresh flowers on the table, all is well friends. When it's looking unkempt, you can bet that I'm feeling scattered myself.
At the moment, this place is an actual disaster. I am half expecting FEMA to knock on the door one of these afternoons. There are mounds of (at least clean) laundry on the sofa, piles of papers on various surfaces, stuff everywhere. Peanuts. I have not cleaned the upstairs bathroom in over a week. True story. It's that bad.
It might have to do with the fact that in the last month, the following:
*Miss's birthday party
* Trip to Maryland for the funeral
*We found out that we are moving back to DC (oh, hi, by the way- we are moving to DC. In two weeks.)
* Two trips to DC for me and Mister to look for schools and houses
* Two houseguests
* Easter- including hosting an Easter brunch and egg hunt at our house (because why not)
* Family trip to DC for school interviews and orientation
* Yard Sale (meaning- I tore the house apart ferreting out things to get rid of, stockpiled them in the garage, then organized, folded, labeled everything, and sold it. Because I'm crazy.)
* Some birthday parties for the kids' friends
And now we are:
*Preparing for a big goodbye party so we can say a farewell to our local friends. At our house of course. I suppose I'll have to feed the FEMA people, too.
* Packing and planning for MOVING in TWO WEEKS, which really snuck up on me there.
* Packing and planning for a six week road trip (yes, I said that) in between here and moving in. A road trip so epic, it includes packing for both snow and 110 degree temperatures. Not to mention enough rattles, sticker sheets, books, and snacks to keep three Littles happy along the way. And the camping gear we will be living in much of the time. Have I mentioned that with three car seats in, we have about 12 inches of trunk space? What could possibly go wrong?!
* All the One Last Things that one feels compelled to do just before leaving a place and it's people for good.
This wasn't my favorite duty station. Frankly, I think I never really forgave it for being the place I had to survive in while J was deployed. But it's grown on us slowly, and we have found some friends we are really going to miss. But such is the Navy life. We move on.
And anyways. We have to move before the house is condemned. You know, one really nice thing about the prospect of having no house to live in for six weeks, is the prospect of having no house to clean for six weeks. Freedom is coming, Peanuts!
The amount of things I need to organize and take care of first are piling up in my brain like the laundry on the couch. I don't know how either will ever get in order, but I know now, from experience, that they somehow just will.
In the Navy, sailors learn that there is a calm before a storm. But their spouses are more familiar with the inverse phenomenon that occurs here on the home front- the storm before the calm. While we ride this one out, forgive the fact that it looks like a hurricane has hit my living room. And my hair. In a couple of too-short weeks, the mess will be packed up, so will I, and I'll be logging stories from the serenity of the open road.
Even a neat-freak like me has to admit it; sometimes, especially when it means an adventure is closing in, getting messy is fun.
I'm not that into fashion.
But I do wear my head, on my house.
That might not make total sense. It's because my head is a hot mess right now. You could tell that, if you came over. The best way to tell how I'm doing, really, is to look at the inside of my house. It's pretty much always an accurate reflection of the state of my mind. If my home is neat and tidy, organized with maybe some fresh flowers on the table, all is well friends. When it's looking unkempt, you can bet that I'm feeling scattered myself.
At the moment, this place is an actual disaster. I am half expecting FEMA to knock on the door one of these afternoons. There are mounds of (at least clean) laundry on the sofa, piles of papers on various surfaces, stuff everywhere. Peanuts. I have not cleaned the upstairs bathroom in over a week. True story. It's that bad.
It might have to do with the fact that in the last month, the following:
*Miss's birthday party
* Trip to Maryland for the funeral
*We found out that we are moving back to DC (oh, hi, by the way- we are moving to DC. In two weeks.)
* Two trips to DC for me and Mister to look for schools and houses
* Two houseguests
* Easter- including hosting an Easter brunch and egg hunt at our house (because why not)
* Family trip to DC for school interviews and orientation
* Yard Sale (meaning- I tore the house apart ferreting out things to get rid of, stockpiled them in the garage, then organized, folded, labeled everything, and sold it. Because I'm crazy.)
* Some birthday parties for the kids' friends
And now we are:
*Preparing for a big goodbye party so we can say a farewell to our local friends. At our house of course. I suppose I'll have to feed the FEMA people, too.
* Packing and planning for MOVING in TWO WEEKS, which really snuck up on me there.
* Packing and planning for a six week road trip (yes, I said that) in between here and moving in. A road trip so epic, it includes packing for both snow and 110 degree temperatures. Not to mention enough rattles, sticker sheets, books, and snacks to keep three Littles happy along the way. And the camping gear we will be living in much of the time. Have I mentioned that with three car seats in, we have about 12 inches of trunk space? What could possibly go wrong?!
* All the One Last Things that one feels compelled to do just before leaving a place and it's people for good.
This wasn't my favorite duty station. Frankly, I think I never really forgave it for being the place I had to survive in while J was deployed. But it's grown on us slowly, and we have found some friends we are really going to miss. But such is the Navy life. We move on.
And anyways. We have to move before the house is condemned. You know, one really nice thing about the prospect of having no house to live in for six weeks, is the prospect of having no house to clean for six weeks. Freedom is coming, Peanuts!
The amount of things I need to organize and take care of first are piling up in my brain like the laundry on the couch. I don't know how either will ever get in order, but I know now, from experience, that they somehow just will.
In the Navy, sailors learn that there is a calm before a storm. But their spouses are more familiar with the inverse phenomenon that occurs here on the home front- the storm before the calm. While we ride this one out, forgive the fact that it looks like a hurricane has hit my living room. And my hair. In a couple of too-short weeks, the mess will be packed up, so will I, and I'll be logging stories from the serenity of the open road.
Even a neat-freak like me has to admit it; sometimes, especially when it means an adventure is closing in, getting messy is fun.
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