It seems amazing to me how much less I write when I’m feeling more balanced. A year ago, we would be just home from Nepal and I was in survival mode; probably one of the lowest points in my life. This year, in contrast, has been so much calmer. It was like the changes that needed to happen, needed to happen, and now that they have, I’m feeling significantly better.
Jayan and I are home, on our own, tonight, my husband having gone to an anniversary party of some friends. My husband does DJ work as a side thing (mostly because he enjoys it, not because he makes a lot from it), and he said there would probably be too much noise for our son. He’s probably right. So, he’s there and we’re here, waiting on a pepperoni pizza and a couple of Cokes.
I told my husband that I might just finish the painting in the kitchen, but that clearly isn’t happening, tonight.
My parents helped us to take out an odd piece of soffet that at some point must have held overhead cabinets over where we currently have a small peninsula. That was about a month ago; my parents are workhouses, my mom also mudded and sanded the ceiling in the same day. Our job was to prime and paint the ceiling and the soffet that are remaining and hang up the light fixtures that I’m still not 100% sold on. I had the ceiling and the majority of the soffets primed but the primer was so runny/drippy, that I quit and haven’t wanted to come back to it.
(Side note? This auto correct on the tablet I’m using is driving me insane!! There has got to be a way to disable the dam thing…)
I think part of the problem, too, is that there isn’the enough change/color/contrast between the color that was there and the new primer. So, in other words, it’s boring for me to do. I’m sure you all understand.
The rest of the home? It’s coming. Rooms are feeling more and more complete. Thank god for eBay and Craigslist. I have had lots of luck finding pieces that work well together to furnish our home.
My mom says I should hire out my Craigslist skills. (The beautiful mahogany Story & Clark baby grand piano I found for $400 out of a beautiful Highland Park home in St. Paul was one of my best finds.)
I do think that Craigslist is similar to thrifting. You need to know what you want, you need to know the price you’re willing to spend and then you need to be ruthless about looking. Search often and pounce when you know you’ve found what you’re looking for, so you don’t lose it.
So. Anyway. I’m so pleased that our home is looking more cohesive and less thrown together. We actually have most of the main pieces in-place. That being said I do think that I’ll always be tweaking here and there, though, for things that will work better in scale, etcetera.
The interesting thing is that now that I have most of the furniture pieces, I’m thinking about more permanent changes like updating our backsplash tile and retiling the upstairs bathroom.
So, I admit, I have been nesting, totally. I love it, though. I love seeing how a space can change with a little paint. I think it really is the textiles that make the room, though. Pillows and draperies and rugs. Soften the hard edges.
We’re still talking about a baby. Maybe this will be the year? I am feeling better about it, now, especially since things are simmering down, more. Honestly, I sometimes worry about how much I can handle.
I remember those first months home with my son. It was amazing. I had absolutely no sleep and was lucky if I could manage a shower, but I was so at peace and so in love and it was incredibly clear that I was just where I needed to be at that moment in time. Have you had a moment like that? I hope that every person can have time like that, just being in your element.
It will be different, of course. Harder. I don’t know how our son would handle it. He has a hard time with noise; he spent much of the last flight we took, huddled against us, clasping his ears with his hands, because a small child was crying. It hurts his ears, of course, but he’s also incredibly sensitive and for him, crying means someone is hurt, and, of course he wouldn’t want that.
He was sick for two weeks this past month (first with influenza, followed by a urinary tract infection.) He has a congenital issue with one of his kidneys, so the fevers and the UTI were both pretty scary for us. We were talking at the time about how tough it is with one kid when they’re sick. What would we do with two…or three.
I guess we’ll figure it out, if the time comes. That’s what we do, right? Figure it out.
I was listening to the radio the other day just killing some time waiting for a girlfriend of mine, who was dropping off her car at the mechanic over our lunch hour. I scanned the channels and had just settled on a talk radio station. The guest was commenting on how our children are placed with us to help the parent in some area of their own development. Ironically enough, just a few days before I had listened to a different guest talk about a different book in an interview on Oprah’s Super Soul Sunday that had close to the exact same message: That the child chooses the parents. That the parents need the child, just as much as the child needs the parents.
It’s funny how the universe communicates when it wants us to hear, isn’t it?