I woke up yesterday morning with a mildly sore throat.
I hadn’t slept well for two weeks, worked more than usual this week and have been trying to complete the bedroom reno with M in every available moment, so I wasn’t really surprised. It didn’t bother me much yesterday though, so I didn’t even really think about it. We drove north for the afternoon, then were up late working on our new closet and dresser. It was almost midnight when I crawled into bed, and M crept in a little later after a much needed break.
Well, that sore throat has bloomed into a beautiful man-voice that got progressively worse throughout the day. I’m so tired and my throat is killing me, but I’m so close to having all our clothes and things moved back into our bedroom that I can’t stop now. I’m really happy with how the bedroom has turned out, but I’m also really ready to just be moved back in and settled.
I was thinking today about why this reno feels so dang hard. Yes we have three small children, but so do others and they do renovations all the time. I think for me it’s trying to stay on top of all the housework we already struggle to get (and keep) done–cleaning the kitchen, the bathrooms, vacuuming, de-sticky-ing my kitchen floor and the laundry… oh, the laundry. I have about 17 loads waiting to be folded that I am completely ignoring. I’ve reached the point where I am digging around in the baskets for clothes–which I abhor–but until today we had no where to really put it. M finished installing the new closet organizer today, and I built our new dresser last night, so I finally have somewhere to put it away once it’s folded.
Which is so not happening tonight.
I spent most of the afternoon piecing back together our room, shifting pieces of furniture and bringing all of our clothing back inside. I also decided that I wanted to do something for myself today, so I tackled two new recipes I’ve been wanting to try: Amish dinner rolls and roasted vegetable soup. Both were absolutely delicious, but both took some prep and time to get ready.
Somewhere between the cooking and the moving things I passed by S’s school calendar and saw that her red homework folder is due tomorrow. She has a small task to complete every day then we record it in this folder.
Correction: she has a small task she’s supposed to complete every day. I’m a bad mom and have forgotten for like… 5 days. So, we squeezed in a series of homework tasks in with the cooking and the moving back in, which sort of fit because one of the tasks was to find a recipe and make something with me. Of course I already had the soup and rolls on by the time I read it, so we added making cinnamon sugar cookies to our list.
All I want is an evening to curl up in my bed with a book… and to speak without sounding like Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino.
I feel like P and I are settling into a nice little rhythm with our days now that the big kids are back in school.
At first he was devastated dropping them off every day, but once he realized that we pick them up again later, he’s been great. After we drop S & H off at school, we usually go for a little jaunt around the neighborhood. I release him from his prison (aka: the stroller) and he loves to run and examine every single stick and rock that we pass on the sidewalk.
On Mondays we usually slip out to get groceries, and I’m trying to get back in the habit of meal planning again. I was doing so well for a while, but life got busy and I went back to the ol’ fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants method which, on a whole, is much less effective. I hate opening the fridge at 4pm, wondering what on earth I’ll make for dinner, especially since the kids start whining about being hungry by 4:45. I am never inspired with an impending deadline and whiny children.
So, I’m meal planning again. After we got back from our walk this morning I sat down with my agenda and organized my week. M & I have a shared calendar on our phones for all the big events, but I love having my own agenda to keep myself organized. I bought one a few months back and it was seriously such a game changer. I plan the menu in it, organize my daily tasks, and keep reminders about things I need to do… like someone I need to call or message, a chore I want to complete, cards to send, etc. It helps me juggle home, social life, work, kids, house and church like a boss.
Or at least someone who could be a boss.
So, we went out to get groceries this morning and I’m all set for the week. Today I have a pot roast and veggies simmering in my slow cooker, and I have two or three new recipes to try that I’m really excited about. One is a Thai peanut noodle and beef skillet, another is slow cooker sticky chicken and rice, and the other is a dairy-free cream of potato and leek soup. I get bored of my regular recipes really quickly, so I’m always trying to change it up.
Well, P is asleep and I have “wash kitchen floor” written in my agenda so I’d better get to it. I am always so much more motivated to do housework when I can check it off a list… the fact that there is a massive sticky spot where P spilled an entire cup of apple juice on the floor is also sort of motivating.