Back home. It is so very weird to be back in my own house (oh, my bed never felt so good as it did last night), and not have family all around. My girls are missing their aunt and uncle, not to mention Oma and Grandpa (and GG next door), but I think they are happy to be back home. I miss everyone, too, but I do confess to a sneaking satisfaction at being chatelaine of my own establishment once more.
Although I would have been just as happy to pawn cleaning up the kitchen from mouse surprises last night off onto someone else! Thank goodness for my wonderful husband, who helped me without complaining about my finicky insistence on everything being cleaned twice over. I hate mice in the house.
Today is a day for cuddling, tea, Babar stories and Beatrix Potter DVDs, baking (in my mouse-free kitchen - we caught two last night), sewing one final birthday present for Joy (four on Saturday!) and WRITING. Oh, how I need to write. I am parched for it.
I am not doing NaNoWriMo, but I am taking November, a hopefully quieter month than October, to set myself the goal of finishing one of my mss, if not two. I slacked off a bit after writing the picture book, and then everything happened with my grandmother, and now I'm going crazy for lack of writing. Time to get cracking!
I'm not always the biggest fan of November, but I'm happy to see it this year. I'm ready for a month when the world itself is settling down and preparing to rest, when everything is calm for a few weeks. I'm ready to turn a little bit inward, to not run around so much and be so busy, but to settle in at home with my husband and my babies and my books (and notebooks) and be calm.
And now that I've said all this, of course, November will be crazy-busy in a way to make October look calm. Of course.
What are your plans for this month?
I hope by mid-month to have a bit more free time to accomplish anything. Of course that free time opens up right before Thanksgiving, so it may actually be December before I really feel free. I am beyond ready to enjoy life at a slower pace before everything goes completely haywire in February.
ReplyDeleteSeveral people at work who know, keep telling me that I'm going to go stir crazy at home all day. They really don't understand how badly I want to really clean and organize things before baby comes, and how I have creative pursuits that I have almost completely ignored for far too long because I haven't had the freedom of mind and spirit to do so.
I want to write as much as possible, and I want to reacquaint myself with my camera before Baby comes.
BTW, I hate cleaning mouse surprises. Bart and I met working at a farm and home store during summer breaks. The mice would nest and breed in all of the different dog, cow, horse, rabbit, and you name it feeds. They always had problems hiring competent people to work in the Pets Dept, so a couple of us who liked working together and actually knew how to work often got to clean up the mess.
ReplyDeleteOf course, the quietest months turn out to be the busiest. But since you're thirsting for writing, I'm sure you'll squeeze it in.
ReplyDeleteGlad you caught the mice. I hate them too.
Adrienne - I did have some moments of going stir-crazy back in the days before kids, but when I still wasn't working. That was mostly due to being in a brand-new city with a brand-new husband, not knowing anyone, and not having my own vehicle to get out of our apartment complex and explore at all! These days, just getting a chance to sit down and catch my breath is a lovely rarity.
ReplyDeleteAnd your story of how you met Bart is both awesome and a little gross :-)
Connie - Carl and I have said we really need to stop saying things like, "NEXT month will be calmer" or "next season shouldn't be as busy," because every time we do, things just get crazier yet, and we aren't sure our blood pressures can handle any more increase in craziness.