Monday

Rainy Days and Mondays...

As the song goes, Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down! Well, today is both - Monday and rainy. Not much going on; still waiting for the baby to be born. Momma L is going to the doctor today and they may induce her, since she's a week overdue now. The pressure is getting to us all, especially with the house all torn apart. We bring so much of it on ourselves... Have you ever had carpet replaced?

We decided to save a little money by tearing out the old carpets ourselves. Are we stupid or just gluttons for punishment? I mean, here we are with an extra couple in the house trying to get ready for their first baby, trying to put together a nursery, trying to get their stuff organized and settled, trying to cope with the idea that about-to-be new Daddy E will be shipping off to boot camp and leaving Momma L "alone" with baby Aeries at Grandma & Grandpa's house; and we decide to move out all the furniture and tear out the carpets. Do we have an installation date yet for the new carpets? NO! But this weekend was the only opportunity to get all the work done, so now we have to bide our time rattling around in the empty house, every little noise bouncing off the bare plywood floors.

Am I a little stressed today? You bet! Especially since I'm one of those people (One of "those" people!) who require some orderliness in my environment in order to retain any semblance of orderliness in my mind. Ok, so I'm a little anal-retentive, a little rigid in my thinking, a little psycho... whatever you want to call it. What that means is, if I don't have a space where everything is "as it should be," I get a little whacked out. So, yeah, I'm a little stressed.
Don't get me wrong - my house is normally pretty far from Martha Stewart on a good day, but I do like my things to at least be in the right room!

Oh, have I mentioned that in four weeks I'm having two parties at my house in one weekend? Yeah - I think I do bring on the stress all by myself! I've been waiting for an empty nest, but I didn't mean without furniture, I meant without kids!

Remember back in the 70's when therapists were recommending the primal scream to release tension? I think I may have to try it this week.

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