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I've realized that i'm a failed perfectionist, and that i won't be satisfied with the way things are going until i realize that i'll never be satisfied with the way things are going. Things with which i need to learn to be satisfied:
Porch still not done. But! we're working on the final portion (for the season) and it's 5/14 of the way there. It will be done by Friday. It WILL.
Garden not trimmed/layered yet. As much as I love cutting by hand, going at it half an hour every few days extends productivity. But! it's more than half trimmed, and the layering shouldn't take too long. (Right?) It WILL be done by Wednesday.
Getting things ready for visitors this weekend. Well, didn't get forty dozen boxes emptied/relocated. Didn't get kitchen straightened up. Didn't get bottles out of tub. Didn't get to shine-ify things a bit. But! i've been able to maintain walkable space and somewhat keep up with the dishes. Most of this WILL be done by Wednesday.
Cleaning up the woods. Another project i'm prioritizing to complete before Wednesday. At least the trashy-bits; the dead machinery won't hurt too much for a few weeks or months. But, while the woods doesn't seem happy with it, i get the impression it's used to its presence and won't try to eat anyone because of it.
Other things i don't want to get into: Blah blah blah blah. But! we're creative people. And things usually work out.
The fact that i'm not supermom yet. Caring for the charming and delightful attention-demanding psychopath does not allow for much to get done. Treading water with a flailing body takes a lot of energy! If i were sleeping properly, this would be less of a problem. But! I'm getting better. I guess this sort of thing takes time.
Despite whining, life is good. I'm in love with my family and am happy for my life in general.
October is almost over. Autumn has managed to feel quite extended this year, despite the warm weather, and i love it. And now the wind is getting twisty and wicked again, just in time.
my life is darkness and pain...
(More pictures if you clicky, silly people!)
I wanted to write about him. I've wanted to from the moment he was born, and i'm forgetting things already. Which is fine, as all things grow and die, but still. It's not fine.
And so i'll continue not to write about him, because i'm not sure where to begin.
But anyway. Hi! What do you continue to not write about because you don't know where to begin?
Porch still not done. But! we're working on the final portion (for the season) and it's 5/14 of the way there. It will be done by Friday. It WILL.
Garden not trimmed/layered yet. As much as I love cutting by hand, going at it half an hour every few days extends productivity. But! it's more than half trimmed, and the layering shouldn't take too long. (Right?) It WILL be done by Wednesday.
Getting things ready for visitors this weekend. Well, didn't get forty dozen boxes emptied/relocated. Didn't get kitchen straightened up. Didn't get bottles out of tub. Didn't get to shine-ify things a bit. But! i've been able to maintain walkable space and somewhat keep up with the dishes. Most of this WILL be done by Wednesday.
Cleaning up the woods. Another project i'm prioritizing to complete before Wednesday. At least the trashy-bits; the dead machinery won't hurt too much for a few weeks or months. But, while the woods doesn't seem happy with it, i get the impression it's used to its presence and won't try to eat anyone because of it.
Other things i don't want to get into: Blah blah blah blah. But! we're creative people. And things usually work out.
The fact that i'm not supermom yet. Caring for the charming and delightful attention-demanding psychopath does not allow for much to get done. Treading water with a flailing body takes a lot of energy! If i were sleeping properly, this would be less of a problem. But! I'm getting better. I guess this sort of thing takes time.
Despite whining, life is good. I'm in love with my family and am happy for my life in general.
October is almost over. Autumn has managed to feel quite extended this year, despite the warm weather, and i love it. And now the wind is getting twisty and wicked again, just in time.
my life is darkness and pain...
(More pictures if you clicky, silly people!)
I wanted to write about him. I've wanted to from the moment he was born, and i'm forgetting things already. Which is fine, as all things grow and die, but still. It's not fine.
And so i'll continue not to write about him, because i'm not sure where to begin.
But anyway. Hi! What do you continue to not write about because you don't know where to begin?