Monday, June 24
To Do This Week:
Joe's parents in town
Lunch for Julia R. while she's in town
Finish consolidating and packing basement stuff
Sort/Purge the toy closet in Noah's room
Pack up the master bedroom closet
Pack up kid books
Pack up play room
Take some last photos of favorite rooms before taking things down
Finish packing the photo room
Pack up wall art and photos
Pack up the work cabinet
Sort/Purge the living room toys
Finish packing the sewing corner
LR edit C.'s newborn session
Prepare sneak peek for C.'s mama
Reply to all work emails
Mail photos to two clients
Make packing list for road trip
Purchase snacks and "surprises" for kids
Pack kids' stuff for trip
Pack my own stuff for trip
Don't forget chargers
Deposit car check
Pack camera and chargers
And probably 500 other things I'm forgetting. But there's this list, for starters.
Okay. Bed. Gonna be a wild week.
Posted by Emily S. at 12:27 AM
Thursday, June 20
Ohmigourd it's been 18 days since I blogged.
Don't worry--- it's also been about seven days since I swept the dining room...
12 days since I did the kid laundry.
A month since I changed the sheets on most of the beds.
18 months since my last dentist appt.
Back to the most recent things.... I am just trying to sort, cull, pack and label this houseful of Southerland Stuff before I leave Joe and his crew to tackle the actual move while I drive cross-country with my three babies and my two parents to a family reunion in AZ. The timing of ALL of this STINKS.
Life is mad mad mad mad mad.
As per usual, my mind won't stop even as my hands remain crazy-busy... I have so many thoughts about moving and packing and dreaming and accumulating and simplifying and such....
But I am
Just keeping my kids alive and dressed and not stinky is hard enough. But add in packing and photography sessions and my sister's wedding and another sister's visit and the end of Noah's preschool year on top of the usual daily requirements and I am just.............pooped.
Be patient with me.
I am here.
I am just not HERE here.
(If you get to missing my little world, Instagram is a happy place to visit me. I am known to post at LEAST 9 times a day.... usually because I am nursing Quinn and don't have anything else I can do. So I cull iPhone photos and edit them and post too many to Instagram/Facebook. So come visit me there if you feel like I am not fulfilling your needs here at the moment. ZAYNEELADY | http://instagram.com/zayneelady# )
But keep me in your Google Reader-Until-July-1/then-switch-to-Feedly.... Because I will be back here. I vow it.
Posted by Emily S. at 10:59 PM
Sunday, June 2
I seriously love coming here to read the comments you guys take time to give me. Lately, especially... they're like a letter in the mail, or an unexpected treat, something special that lifts me. Thank you. Even if you don't 'know" me, but take time to say something, it warms me like crazy. These days I need all the love and lifting support I can get.
I feel like the impending move to a new house has ramped up my PPD quite a bit. I still experience it in "episodes" or "flare-ups" rather than prolonged bouts, so I have come to trust that if I'm feeling like a total basket case, I just need to ride it out for the few hours it lasts and it WILL get back to normal after that. I'm relieved for that.
When a "flare-up" occurs, it mostly manifests in a sad, gloomy, "helpless to do much" kind of way. I sigh a lot. I glump around the house a lot. I wonder tearfully how I will ever manage to make lunch for all these kids....(Two. *snort*) Luckily I don't get angry or hurt-y or dangerous.... Just mope-y and stuck and despondent. But I can manage that for the three-hour lengths, once a week or so, that it lasts.
As I get closer to this actual move, I am starting to itch for the change.... for the "fresh start" and a perceived new "order" to my life that I intend to cultivate. I'm aching for it, actually, especially as I sit in this current house that will need to get packed up soon and wonder, "why bother?" when it comes to tidying up, so that the order here is less and less and less......... I am READY for NEW. Different. Also, I am so ready for the washer/dryer on the main level there. And the chest freezer in the basement (never had a chest freezer before.) And the big fenced yard. And to start decorating a nursery for Quinn, poor old baby.
Our intrepid new-to-us minivan, Oscar Optimus the Odyssey, age 13, is severely disabled and at the shop. And his repairs will cost a lovely HALF of what we paid for him. Which wasn't much, but was for us.... so OUCH. But necessary. So yeah. Love car repairs. Ick.
I am getting a torrential pile of email inquiries for client sessions lately. I don't know what I did right for Google to be working so hard for me, but it is an honor to be emailed. I am so glad people still find my work relevant and are interested in hiring me.
I am ready to move, but SO. SAD. to be leaving my church ward.... We've been in this congregation for almost NINE YEARS. And though there are plenty of folks who come and go from the ward, it still feels like home to me, and I have dear friends I am not ready to part ways with. Sure, we promise we'll still hang out. After all, I'm only moving 20 minutes away.... But the reality is, with all these kids and stuff, it's just not that simple. I just hope we manage a few attempts before we fade away. :(
They are the most work I've ever had to do, but I freaking love my kids. Like "want to eat them up" love them. Lucy had a post-bedtime fussing moment just now, rare for her, and I was EXCITED. I got to go to her room and snuggle her in the dark... a rare treat. And passing by Noah's room just now, I saw he was still awake and reading, so I went in and made him snuggle, too. I live for that stuff. I am so in love with these babies of mine.
I suppose it's time to start packing.
My sister Beckie is in town from Hawaii. I've missed her guts.
I got a lovely Sunday nap today.
My husband Joe makes this little messy loud life perfect.
I just finished a blog post.
Happy June, folks.... it's going to be a wild ride over here.... But we're still swimming.
Posted by Emily S. at 10:37 PM