Back to your regularly scheduled program...
I haven't completely forgotten about my resolution to blog. The last month has been insanely busy, so busy that every time I sit down to relax the idea of composing a conscious semi-coherent thought is overwhelming. Here's a rundown of the past month and then some...
-Closed on our home, yay!
-Painted the living room, dining room, and kitchen.
-Ripped up the carpet upstairs, ripped up the weird tiles underneath, helped my father lay hardwood
-Pulled 1,000,000,000 carpet staples out of the beautiful oak stairs
-Picked out and purchased washer dryer and two refrigerators
-Arranged for delivery of said appliances
-Had ducts cleaned
-Cleaned out two bedroom/two story condo. Donated many many bags of items to Goodwill. Many more bags of trash were collected.
-Donated a car to Goodwill
-Because life wasn't crazy enough, fell down the stairs in the apartment (more on this later)
-Thanksgiving at my parents filled with lots of family goodness
-Rounded up the family to move our furniture the day after Thanksgiving. I was totally unprepared to make decisions regarding where I wanted the furniture placed.
-Spent many hours/days doing yard work because of enormous tree that takes up the entire back yard. Raked/blew/cleaned up years worth of leaves.
-Finished moving all items out of apartment and plunked them wherever they fit in the house.
-Started to unpack all items including Christmas decorations
-Went food shopping for the first time in many, many months and started cooking at home again. Sooooo happy to be eating home cooked meals again.
-Survived a chest cold and pink eye
-Shopped for Christmas presents
-Dealt with an ankle fractured in two places....
I was up in the middle of the night one night. This in itself is a very rare occasion. So rare that when it happens, I become easily frustrated at my inability to fall back asleep, which just makes it even harder to do so. Because my husband is a light sleeper, I try to avoid tossing and turning so I wrapped a blanket around me and headed down the stairs. You see where this is going right? I'm not sure if it was the blanket or the dark, but when I thought I was on the bottom step, I was actually on the third step up. Needless to say I fell hard and heard the crack that was my ankle breaking. The fall was so loud that my husband came running down the stairs. The smart thing to do would have been to go to the ER and have it checked out. I however, chose the not so smart route. I was so mad that I fell and that I was now injured at a very inconvenient time that I chose to go back to sleep (without raising it or icing it). Needless to say, the next morning it was the size of a basketball. After advil and ice, it returned to a normal size and felt like a bad sprain. I purchased an ankle brace and went about my business painting and whatnot at the new house. Fast forward three and a half weeks and I am at the doctors office for a case of pink eye. I mention that I have an ankle sprain that isn't getting any better and he immediately sends me for an xray. A day later and I'm in a walking boot/cast for an ankle and foot fracture. How I endured a month walking on the foot I do not know. It hurt, badly, especially at night. But working a job that requires you to get up and down off the floor chasing after young children for the whole day and coming home to the task of packing up the apartment to move didn't really leave me a choice. I was so busy that I couldn't or didn't really think about it. The good thing is that because of the type and location of the fracture I did not suffer from any incorrect healing and I am able to wear a cast that will let me walk and therefore work. The bad part? I have to wear the boot for two months and it makes my foot hurt. It's really not that bad though, it would be a lot worse if it was summertime.
Thinking back on everything that has happened over the past month, I'm not surprised that I've been neglecting lj. A lot has happened and continues to. My job is so physically and mentally draining that I come home most afternoons and just want to sleep. Thankfully, as more things are unpacked and we become more settled, I feel like I'm getting my life back. People told me that moving is one of life's biggest stressors and I didn't believe them.
It's a good thing I'm in love with my house because I never want to move again.
-Closed on our home, yay!
-Painted the living room, dining room, and kitchen.
-Ripped up the carpet upstairs, ripped up the weird tiles underneath, helped my father lay hardwood
-Pulled 1,000,000,000 carpet staples out of the beautiful oak stairs
-Picked out and purchased washer dryer and two refrigerators
-Arranged for delivery of said appliances
-Had ducts cleaned
-Cleaned out two bedroom/two story condo. Donated many many bags of items to Goodwill. Many more bags of trash were collected.
-Donated a car to Goodwill
-Because life wasn't crazy enough, fell down the stairs in the apartment (more on this later)
-Thanksgiving at my parents filled with lots of family goodness
-Rounded up the family to move our furniture the day after Thanksgiving. I was totally unprepared to make decisions regarding where I wanted the furniture placed.
-Spent many hours/days doing yard work because of enormous tree that takes up the entire back yard. Raked/blew/cleaned up years worth of leaves.
-Finished moving all items out of apartment and plunked them wherever they fit in the house.
-Started to unpack all items including Christmas decorations
-Went food shopping for the first time in many, many months and started cooking at home again. Sooooo happy to be eating home cooked meals again.
-Survived a chest cold and pink eye
-Shopped for Christmas presents
-Dealt with an ankle fractured in two places....
I was up in the middle of the night one night. This in itself is a very rare occasion. So rare that when it happens, I become easily frustrated at my inability to fall back asleep, which just makes it even harder to do so. Because my husband is a light sleeper, I try to avoid tossing and turning so I wrapped a blanket around me and headed down the stairs. You see where this is going right? I'm not sure if it was the blanket or the dark, but when I thought I was on the bottom step, I was actually on the third step up. Needless to say I fell hard and heard the crack that was my ankle breaking. The fall was so loud that my husband came running down the stairs. The smart thing to do would have been to go to the ER and have it checked out. I however, chose the not so smart route. I was so mad that I fell and that I was now injured at a very inconvenient time that I chose to go back to sleep (without raising it or icing it). Needless to say, the next morning it was the size of a basketball. After advil and ice, it returned to a normal size and felt like a bad sprain. I purchased an ankle brace and went about my business painting and whatnot at the new house. Fast forward three and a half weeks and I am at the doctors office for a case of pink eye. I mention that I have an ankle sprain that isn't getting any better and he immediately sends me for an xray. A day later and I'm in a walking boot/cast for an ankle and foot fracture. How I endured a month walking on the foot I do not know. It hurt, badly, especially at night. But working a job that requires you to get up and down off the floor chasing after young children for the whole day and coming home to the task of packing up the apartment to move didn't really leave me a choice. I was so busy that I couldn't or didn't really think about it. The good thing is that because of the type and location of the fracture I did not suffer from any incorrect healing and I am able to wear a cast that will let me walk and therefore work. The bad part? I have to wear the boot for two months and it makes my foot hurt. It's really not that bad though, it would be a lot worse if it was summertime.
Thinking back on everything that has happened over the past month, I'm not surprised that I've been neglecting lj. A lot has happened and continues to. My job is so physically and mentally draining that I come home most afternoons and just want to sleep. Thankfully, as more things are unpacked and we become more settled, I feel like I'm getting my life back. People told me that moving is one of life's biggest stressors and I didn't believe them.
It's a good thing I'm in love with my house because I never want to move again.