Sunday, May 20, 2012


and so here I sit, amongst both empty and packed boxes and what do I choose to do but pull out my laptop and start blogging again. i really am excited to move to our new house but there's just something about packing all this stuff and moving again that i can't get motivated to do. i've probably moved twenty times or more in my lifetime and always done it on my own, but never, ever to a house of my own. 

this time is different. this time i have a wonderful, helpful husband and we're moving into our own dream home... why is it so hard THIS time to do this? i've got pinterest board after pinterest board of decorating and design ideas for the new house, i just don't want the trouble of moving everything down there. can't i just win the lottery so we can afford to start from scratch? i want to just drive down there, walk in the door and start painting and hanging items on the walls. i suppose i'm living in a dream world but there's gotta be a way to make this work.

i need to sign off this damn computer and get some packing done! we close in 9 days and i'm almost done here. maybe i need to invite some of my OCD friends over for some wine and appetizers and have a packing party! well, that's another dream since this place is so dirty right now i'm embarassed to have anyone over! so i guess i'm on my own (with hubby's help when he's home of course) to get this done and get my new life started in our fantastic new house! 

i'm still going to buy a lottery ticket and keep my fingers crossed...

Monday, April 23, 2012

nightshift killed the sandman...

For years now i have worked as a night shift nurse, mostly 12 hour shifts, from 7pm until 7am three or more nights per week. It's really not so bad once you get used to it, at least not the nights you have to work. When you really notice it is on the nights that you are off, and the rest of humanity is finally tucked in and dreaming of who knows what. It's then that you sit up and watch Tony Robbins, Tony Horton and Tony Soprano until you just can't do it any longer. 

You WANT to spend this time being "productive." Getting dishes done, doing laundry, running the vacuum... who am I kidding? No way in hell I'm doing all of those things when everyone else is asleep and couldn't be bothered to do it when I was at work!! No, seriously, I do some of the more quiet chores while they sleep but as much as I demanded a second floor laundry, I forgot that it makes it pretty inconvenient for this vampire of a mother to complete such a mundane task at 3am and not wake her children.  Therefore, I shall go commando for at least part of another day.

So... just like any other insomniac would do, I've turned to the internet and become obsessed. In my exhaustion induced, delusional state, I have convinced myself that there is at least one other person floating around out there in cyberspace who is in the same predicament as I. Who wouldn't want to know what I was doing when the world as I know it sleeps? Of course my house is clean, the laundry is done and the dishes are put away, now what else is there to do but blog and facebook and pinterest (oh, don't even get me started on that!!)

Tonight I'm feeling pretty mellow, lucky for you. I think I'll go sift through my
craft room (read: place to hoard tons of scrap booking supplies and half baked craft ideas all with the intention of someday making something wonderful to post on my Etsy site... oh, did I forget to mention that one?) Sure I could use this quiet time at night to establish the next great line of organic bath and body treatments, incredibly unique and absolutely adorable gift and greeting cards as well as jewelry, candles, picture frames, hmmm, what other unfinished projects are awaiting me??  But, if I were to do all these wonderful creative things in the dead of the night, when I have the house to myself and I can just let the juices flow, who would I show my work to? I have an insatiable desire for immediate gratification. I must have positive feedback from the nearest human for each and every item I complete. My husband no longer even looks up at me before saying, "Yes, darling, that's gorgeous." I don't care if he means it, he just needs to tell me!! 

So, now that all of the reasonably productive things I could be doing have been crossed off the list, I think I'll go check out Pinterest for more projects and recipes to try.