My House is Swallowing Me Alive

I'm probably not the most flexible person in the world. Or spontaneous. Don't get me wrong...I'm a fun kinda gal, but I like my life a little more...well, structured. I like to know what to expect. And while I'm not a neat freak by any stretch of the imagination, I tend to thrive in order and wither in chaos.

And now I have a kid. Yeah, um, good luck with that, Jen.

We're doing a lot of work on our house right now, including wrapping up a bathroom remodel (if, by "wrapping up", you mean that we have a list of things left to do that's been sitting on our bathroom sink for two months), stripping massive amounts of wallpaper and having our first floor hardwood refinished.

Oh the floors! The floors make me want to run away and never come back. They're lovely. SO much better than when we started.

Remember this?

Yeah, well we thought they would be done when we returned from vacation three weeks ago, but the weather here in the Burgh was so stinkin' humid, we had to have them touched up again. Only we weren't able to have that done until Labor Day weekend.

And because we're a bit skittish and nervous to mess things up, Sean doesn't want to move furniture back into the living and dining rooms for another week.

Another week, people!

Okay, you don't get it. That's alright. But can I try to help you understand the enormous level of frustration I'm feeling with this total lack of structure in our home?

First, the furniture from the first floor is split between the garage (sofa and chair), basement (most of the dining room and baby stuff), office (TV, more baby stuff, and all the remodeling tools for the bathroom), and the kitchen.

The kitchen.

My favorite room in the house.

The place where I make yummy, healthy meals for the fam. It's tiny, but it's mine. And right now, smack dab in the middle of that tiny little room, is a cedar chest, an entertainment center, a huge DVD cabinet and a grandfather clock.

And a chair with a booster seat strapped to it.

And a dog bowl, usually turned upside-down, with kibbles strewn all over the remaining floor space.

I cook on about one square foot's worth of accessible counter space and we eat outside on the deck, even when it's 55 degrees. There is no where safe for my crazy toddler-girl to play.

I know I'm whining and that's fine. Because today I read a really good blog post by Ree Drummond, aka The Pioneer Woman. It was about what she had learned about blogging, and one thing she said is that you should talk about things you would talk to your sister about. And frankly, I would whine about the chaos in my home to a sister.

Except that I'm an only child, so you get all that baggage and then some.

Anyway, ALL that to say, I haven't been around much because I don't do well with this sort of thing. I take one look at my house and promptly fall into a stress coma. Forget writing, reading, TV, bathing. I sleep. That's how I've been coping with this insanity.

For now, I just wanted to stop in and say hi. Ree reminded me that I needed to water and feed this little blog if I want it to grow. And I do. So I will.

I'm looking forward to posting some awesome new things soon. There are giveaways, recipes and some really fun features. And I'll get to them all.

Right after I wake up from this little household nightmare.

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