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I don't have time or energy for a big post about All The Things. Maybe I will later, but I always say that, and then I never do. So here's a quick look at the now:
1. My knee is still slightly damaged from the dance performance. I can walk, I can sometime elliptical, and I'm not in constant pain. But one modern class more than a week after the injury, and it flared up and made me leave after warmup. Stupid knee. I'm going to see a dr, but in the meantime it's resting it and ice. And trying not to eat my head off, since I'm not exercising.
2. The house continues a complete mess, as we rearrange furniture and buy and are given baby furniture and move books around and box things up and take things to Goodwill/the dump. All of which will be happening this weekend, with BONUS! gardening, since I'm throwing a bridal shower for a dear friend, hopefully outside. And the yard/garden is a complete mess. And while I like the occasional light gardening, what I really need ... is to hire someone to do it for me. By next weekend. Er ... yeah. Z_____ was kind enough to offer to come out and do it for us, but with the house such a mess, we haven't had a place to put him, and I doubt he's prepared for my panic and confusion in any case. Poor guy. But this means that I will spend several, possibly fruitless hours in the garden trying to make it look garden-party ready for a week from tomorrow. Without panic. Or giving up in disgust.
3. I might be, just maybe, completely a little overwhelmed and panicky about this whole, people are coming to judge us on our ability to parent, thing. And also the parent thing. And also-also the working while parenting, finding a daycare that takes foster kids, trying to make plans for all of this without knowing how old our child will be when we have them, thing. Maybe. Entirely. With bonus unable to sleep for random adrenaline spikes and the inability to rationally talk myself into calm. Which would explain why after moving and arranging books yesterday, I started reading a book and stayed up until 3 am to finish it. Because That Will Totally Help. Sigh. I need a panic reset button. Like two decades ago.
OK, that's about it for now. I'm going to try and work, because if I don't, they might not pay me. And that would sort of scuttle all plans about everything, now, wouldn't it?
1. My knee is still slightly damaged from the dance performance. I can walk, I can sometime elliptical, and I'm not in constant pain. But one modern class more than a week after the injury, and it flared up and made me leave after warmup. Stupid knee. I'm going to see a dr, but in the meantime it's resting it and ice. And trying not to eat my head off, since I'm not exercising.
2. The house continues a complete mess, as we rearrange furniture and buy and are given baby furniture and move books around and box things up and take things to Goodwill/the dump. All of which will be happening this weekend, with BONUS! gardening, since I'm throwing a bridal shower for a dear friend, hopefully outside. And the yard/garden is a complete mess. And while I like the occasional light gardening, what I really need ... is to hire someone to do it for me. By next weekend. Er ... yeah. Z_____ was kind enough to offer to come out and do it for us, but with the house such a mess, we haven't had a place to put him, and I doubt he's prepared for my panic and confusion in any case. Poor guy. But this means that I will spend several, possibly fruitless hours in the garden trying to make it look garden-party ready for a week from tomorrow. Without panic. Or giving up in disgust.
3. I might be, just maybe, completely a little overwhelmed and panicky about this whole, people are coming to judge us on our ability to parent, thing. And also the parent thing. And also-also the working while parenting, finding a daycare that takes foster kids, trying to make plans for all of this without knowing how old our child will be when we have them, thing. Maybe. Entirely. With bonus unable to sleep for random adrenaline spikes and the inability to rationally talk myself into calm. Which would explain why after moving and arranging books yesterday, I started reading a book and stayed up until 3 am to finish it. Because That Will Totally Help. Sigh. I need a panic reset button. Like two decades ago.
OK, that's about it for now. I'm going to try and work, because if I don't, they might not pay me. And that would sort of scuttle all plans about everything, now, wouldn't it?