My husband came home last night to find a few disturbing signs:
- Furniture and/or rooms moved around (again)
- New doorknobs on the bathroom, the pantry (formerly known as the linen closet) and the girls' bedroom door
- And me cooking; furiously whisking up a honey mustard glaze, with every other burner firing on the stove.
In the past, this sort of behavior usually meant one of three things: someone is sick, dying or having a baby.
Although I have ZERO intentions of becoming "the oldest pregnant blogger" and shut your mouth for even thinking it [shiver] in this case, having experienced the other two (in just one weekend) I seem to have gone into some freaked-out and totally irrational form of nesting.
Aaaaaand, if you've ever experienced any of those things (especially, at the same time) I feel it safe to say we ALL deal differently with suckage (of which, cancer sucks hairy donkey balls).
Some folks scream, cry or beat the hell out of drywall, like it owes you money AND yes I have done ALL of those things.
Because, IMHO, internalizing that shit is toxic.
I also clean house (figuratively and literally) while simultaneously attempting to mentally and physically purge myself of...you know...suckage.
Lately, however, I've been internalizing a lot of shit: which means the house is very, very clean AND organized.
Aaaaaand, while cleaning out the girls' closet (for the eleventy-hundrendth time) I found a couple of old photo albums, then I lost my shit.
You see, I'm feeling a little discombobulated (even more than usual, I mean) which also means I'm probably...maybe...at least, I'm pretty sure...second-guessing myself on...ummmmm...anything, anymore (seriously, you guys with younger kids, shit happens even when they're grown, so just don't even bother making plans) so it's really hard for me to believe that I ever had a handle on...well...everything.
Oh, and now (more than ever) life seemed so MUCH more simpler when my kids were little-er: preparing for and celebrating from one holiday to the next and crafting (apparently) like a boss.
I continued to flip through photo albums (after cleaning off the dust, first, of course) not EVEN bothering to wipe away the tears rolling off the pages, and then it hit me...it was like being face-palmed with a brick, really...OH, I GET IT!!!
Parenting teens is like experiencing childbirth...all...over...again!!!
You only sort of remember the good stuff, until you catch a glimpse of the stretch marks and...AYUP!!!...it seems I'm STILL not done growing into mine...YO!!!
Moral of the Story: so, the next time you come across a photo of an immaculately decorated room or a super-creative project someone has posted on their blog or Pinterest (rest assured, it will NOT be mine) don't be jealous!!!
They may just be purging a little suckage of their own...or some shit like that.
But wait, there's more!!!
However, if I happen to be posting house pics or anything related to food AND most especially DIY type of stuff on my blog: you SHOULD be really, really glad you DO NOT have to live with me!
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