I almost titled this post a midsummer night’s scream so, you’re welcome.
The “baby” did wake up about eleventy times last night, however, so I would have been justified in so doing.
Also, hi, hello. I’ve all but forgotten how to log into my wordpress account but that’s life these days. I’ve recently been stopped by two lovely, perfect strangers out and about who kindly shared how much they enjoyed and missed my blogging, and it was exactly as encouraging and awkward as you can admit. One of them asked if I was too busy to write these days and I sort of glazed over and gazed off into the distance just over her shoulder for probably too many seconds of silence before shaking my head and saying something profound like “um, oh, yes, a little bit.”
But I’m not like, super busy. It’s more like I’m just wandering around all day putting in load after load of laundry in and spraying people with sunscreen and poking at half frozen meat thawing into a probably dangerous puddle on the counter and then bam! It’s like 9 pm. Does that make sense?
Ok, good. I didn’t want to give anyone the impression I was over here writing the next great American novel or anything.
I’m just pleasantly motoring along through the middle years of motherhood, I think. It’s still very hard some nights (cringes inwardly over last night’s shenanigans) but mostly it’s just … busy.
We’re on a good rotation with visits to the pool down the street and I’ve finally cracked the swimming lesson code: either pay for back to back weeks of lessons and then go to the pool a lot, to reinforce what is actually learned and ensure the skills get baked in, or just … go to the pool a lot.
We’ve opted for plan B this summer, and it’s great. If you’d asked me a year ago would I ever take 6 kids 10 and under to the pool by myself, I probably would have told you to go wash your mouth out with soap. But I’ve been doing it! And it’s mostly great! There was one dark day where I forgot my own swimsuit and things did not go well from there, but provided I remember all the goggles and puddle jumpers, it really has been a sea change for our summer routine. Also, the resident 3 year old sleeps great after a day in the sun.
We’re one two (see, this is why I can’t blog anymore) week(s) into a long-awaited kitchen renovation and it is unbelievably exciting and also a bit like indoor camping, minus the part where you don’t sleep in a real bed. Thank God, there is a real bed. We’ve been saving up and DIY-ing temporary fixes and updates since we bought this house 4 years ago, but the moment for a more long term solution is here.
Is it one million times more expensive and more disruptive than I’d envisioned in my wildest, HGTV-fueled dreams? Yes, yes it is. But I’m gratefully leaning into this season of temporary chaos for a space that will better serve our family and allow us to host our extended clan more comfortably. (Or at least, will fit all 8 of us around the dinner table without hitting the walls.)
Back in the spring of 2020 a couple of months into lockdown, my sister was over one day and I was lamenting our 12×10 cramped dining/school/office room when a gleam came into her eye and we somehow managed to hulk my massive dining table sideways through the entrance into the formal dining room and out into the living room, where we plopped it unceremoniously onto the carpet and thus it has remained for lo these many months since. I did dress it up at one point by sitting it atop a stylishly and pathologically stupidly placed jute rug, but once you’ve scrapped old salmon and refried beans out of jute fibers, you learn pretty quick that toddlers and jute don’t mix. Ahem.
This is what our new “dining room” looked like, styled up and moderately functional these past 15 months:
And this is what it looked like last week:
But wait! It has actually looked worse. Behold, the original view from our first year in this house, complete with extremely-pregnant-with-Zelie me:
And here’s where we’re sitting today – well, not sitting, per se, since there are no surfaces upon which to perch. But, progress!
Tomorrow morning, if all goes well, the cabinets will show up. Crossing my fingers and toes since I’ve only been waiting for them since March. It’s a long, sordid tale involving, believe it or not, the Suez Canal. But I won’t bore you with the details.
I’ll be sure to include some action shots and final “afters” after it’s all said and done. In the meantime, I’ve got to get busy meal planning for another back-to-back-to-back week of alternating hot dogs and grilled frozen pizza (!!!)