That is my new word. It’s where I live. I think it describes my life, lol! I don’t know why it’s taking me a week in between each blogging attempt. Sheesh. One more area in which I am feeling overwhelmed. Kiki and I just spent 2 days cleaning her room. Isn’t that insane? Oh, and it’s not done yet. I don’t even want to talk about the rest of the house! The office is so bad we’ve been doing school at the kitchen table. So we’ve had to eat in the den. Good grief. Alan is talking about moving again…just to sell the house and get something smaller (definition: lower house payment.) Now, I don’t particularly love-love this house. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a nice house…it’s just that I hate the carpet, and the fact that you can see both my refrigerator and my bedroom dresser from the front door. That’s just not right. The carpet has one benefit: that of being the same color as my dog (golden-yellow) but while it’s a fine dog color, I think it sucks for the floors of my entire home. I am rather anti-yellow, honestly. It’s just not in my color scheme. It could be grey, or green, or blue, or OOH ~ purple would rock! Altho it would be way hairy-er looking given the fact I don’t vacuum enough, and this ugly color blends the dog hair right in…. which cannot be said for the purple couches…hmmm… but besides that, this house is the biggest we’ve owned. It’s only 1900 sq.ft., not huge, but for just three people it’s great…especially the fact that we have fabulous closets with lots of shelves… I dread giving them up. Probably ’cause I have so much crap stuffed into them, you know? Crap I would have to sort through if we were going to move. Now, if I thought we were moving so we could have some property…well, shoot, I’d be okay living in the barn if that was the case!! But, just to go to some smaller space…. and here’s the kicker – Alan thinks we should add on to my parent’s home and live with them. Sure, they’re getting on in years, and really need some help, especially with their one-acre lot. And they don’t really want to move. And I could have a horse there. Altho there is nowhere to ride except on that one acre… it’s getting built up all around them. But the reason I gave in and bought this house even though the first thing I said when we walked through the door was "Gross! Look at that gold carpet!"?? Because we’d moved here from out of state and had taken up ‘temporary residence’ with my parents, and I was about to kill my dad if he made one more mean or rude comment to my little girl! You know that guy who lives in your head and tells you when it’s a good idea to keep your mouth shut? My dad’s guy moved out, apparently. Now, I don’t mind it when he says stuff to me – well, okay, I do mind it, but I’m a big girl, I can handle it – but when he says stuff to Kiki like "why are you eating that cookie? you don’t need that." I just wanna slap him. Talking to him about it does no good. He thinks he knows better. Honestly, in his head I know he thinks he’s being helpful… that old age dementia has him befuddled. My grandma – his mother – got the same way when she got older. Sad and kinda weird, but I don’t know what to do about it. Kiki and I have talked about how Papa loves her and he thinks he’s not being mean. She gets it, sort of. Still, it’s rather hurtful. My mom, she rocks. What can I say.
p.s. The other day, the stuff-shifting really worked! Alan fell for it, hehehe. Today, however, I believe I am actually going to clean some stuff, just to be a good little wifey. So, off I go… hopefully it won’t be a whole week before I get back here again!