I think it’s pretty universally agreed upon that small talk is lame. Right? I mean, do you know anyone who actually enjoys talking about the weather or how “fine” work is?
No. Unless they are a sociopath.
I, for one, would much rather talk about the nitty-gritty of whatever I’m going through. Honestly, unless it’s something about my marriage or you are my boss and I am thinking of quitting, I will tell you all the details of “what’s new” if you really want to hear it.
The thing is…I’m pretty sure my nitty-gritty has even crossed over into mindless listening territory.
You know what’s really interesting and pressing in my life right now? How many times Vivi woke up last night. (Once, around 5 a.m., but then she woke up for real at 6 a.m., which is about an hour earlier than I would like and than she has been waking up lately, which makes me wonder if it’s that she’s teething or if she can hear our neighbor or if that congested cough she started doing a couple of days is something to worry about and OH MY GOD YOU’RE ASLEEP RIGHT NOW, AREN’T YOU?!)
The fact is, while I LOVE motherhood and could actually discuss all the new foods Vivi tried in the last week (shrimp, risotto, chocolate chip cookie) for probably hours, I am not an un-self-aware person. And I can feel your eyes glazing over from here.
So, naturally, the solution here is to talk about more interesting things, right?
Except…um, you do realize that this whole motherhood thing is a full-time job? My day literally revolves around this tiny, big-eyed person, which means I don’t exactly have a lot of time for hobbies.
I don’t have a solution for this. This is more of a request: If you aren’t interested in the kid thing, bear with me. I’m sure the day will come when I have time to do more for myself. And we can talk all about it then.
I haven’t felt like I’ve had that much to blog about lately. It’s not like nothing is going on in my life. (Psst…baby’s due in two weeks. Kind of a big deal? I guess?) It’s just that we’re sort of in a holding pattern at this point.
The nursery is done. The rest of the apartment pretty much is too, minus a few details (like needing bedside lamps, etc.) that I am officially putting on hold for the next few months while I figure out the whole aforementioned “baby” thing. The only things I can conceivably see myself doing in the next week or two are nesting-related. For example, I spent 45 minutes this weekend scouring the grout between the tiles on the floor of my bathroom. (It is GLORIOUSLY white now, for your information.) Apparently it’s normal to get fits and bursts of energy at the tail end of pregnancy where you do things like scour grout or clean out closets or hand-trim your carpet. Apparently.
I’m also spending the last couple of weeks checking off a few to-dos. Going to the dentist. Getting my hair done. Finishing the book I’m reading. Seeing friends and planning at least one more “date night” with Joey. I have no idea what to expect from the next few weeks/months, so I’m essentially trying to soak up the normalcy I’ve grown accustomed to before everything changes.
But other than that…we wait. So bear with me during the downtime. I can’t imagine it will last too long.
Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m in a little bit of a holding pattern.
I mean, everything is good. There’s just not that much going on.
Work is fine. Everything with Joey and me is good. Life is pretty much business as usual.
So why aren’t I completely at peace with that?
I’ve mentioned before how I have problems being content. I’m an achiever, so if I’m not striving toward some goal, I think I feel a little lost. Like I don’t have a direction. I’ve never been very good at coasting.
Which is why (I assume) whenever I get too comfortable with anything, or feel like it’s not that much of a challenge anymore, I get a little restless.
And goodness knows I don’t have much to blog about when I’m overly content. Meaning you guys are the real victims here. (Right, guys?)
Fortunately, I think we’re just in a bit of a slow patch. In the next couple of months, I have a half marathon (my first in over a year!), I might be doing a tough mudder (more on that later), and I’m heading home to Iowa for the Thanksgiving break (could NOT be more excited). Hopefully those adventures will bring about a few interesting stories.
Maybe this is just a seasonal transition. Anyone else feeling a bit stuck-in-a-rut?
Remember when I used to make you listen to my (many) thoughts about my hair all the time? (Okay, maybe it wasn’t that long ago…)
Well, a few months back, I embraced that seen-everywhere trend of dyeing my hair ombré.
As soon as my stylist stepped back to show me how it looked, I was fairly certain I had made a mistake.
It’s not that it looked horrible. (I don’t think.) It just…wasn’t me. And every time I looked in the mirror, my coloring just looked sad. The darker hair washed me out, and I felt like I just looked like I needed a highlight.
So last weekend, I accepted my mistake and went back to blonde. Here’s my best model pose, which those of you who follow me on Instagram have already seen:
The difference was immediate. My complexion seemed brighter, and I just felt more like my sunny self. (Damn right I’m sunny.)
Yesterday, Taylor, who sits next to me at work and hears my tales of woe about this all the time, said, “Remember how you always said that your ombré hair made you look different? I get it now. Because you really look different blonde!”
This is what I’ve been saying, people.
So anyway. We’re back to normal and ready for summer. You know. Because of the sunniness.
Man, radio silence on the blog, amiright?
I promise, I have not forsaken you. I’ve just been busting my behind trying to get another corner of the apartment presentable to show you.
Here’s some of the progress we made last week:
1. Emptying TONS of boxes. Seriously, folks. We’re down to the last 11, and I have high hopes that we’ll get down to two or three by the end of next weekend. (Joey is out of town, which means I can spend all my time organizing.)(Is it weird that that thrills me?)
2. Ordered a couch! We finally made it out to IKEA and ordered this little baby:
He’ll arrive in about two weeks. At which point we will stop sitting on the floor. For the most part.
3. Built a kitchen pantry. I really should have take a picture of this, but the kitchen is still a bit too cluttered to show off. But the pantry is awesome. So much storage space!
4. Organized the bar area:
5. Added a bar to Joey’s closet so he can finally hang up his clothes, along with a slew of other bedroom organization.
6. Emptied my closet of a few more things I never wear.
7. Started hanging pictures! Here’s our new baby gallery wall:
I’m sure there were a few more little things along the way, but those are the ones I’m most excited about.
I CAN SEE THE LIGHT AT THE END, YOU GUYS.
Plus, I’m still in love with our neighborhood and have been exploring it more and more. Look how pretty it looks in the sunshine:
Ok, so maybe it’s still a lot of concrete. But the trees are finally getting green!
So this was a boring post unless you’re as excited about my home as I am. What did YOU do this weekend?
Sometimes I feel like the kiss of death for me is a specific deadline.
The bathroom is still the only finished room in the apartment, despite my promises. And, technically, it’s not even done because we’re going to change the shower head and hang a caddy thing on the wall. But it’s definitely the closest.
On the bright side, we emptied and disposed of about twenty boxes this weekend, so I’m trying not to feel like too much of a failure.
Side note: If you ever have a bunch of packing boxes to get rid of and just don’t have the heart to simply throw then away, put up a free Craigslist ad for them. I’ve done this twice and always had a taker in about 20 minutes. And it has nothing to do with being good at Craigslist.
Speaking of Craigslist, I finally managed to score a cedar chest to use as a coffee table!
(Ignore the other details of this horrendous “before” photo…we’re a work in progress…all in the name of authenticity, right?)
Anyway, I love it and it was super cheap because technically it needs a little restoring, but I kind of like its character. The best part is that it provides tons of storage, so we’ll be using it as a coffee table and to hold blankets and the various misc things in our apartment I haven’t been able to convince the hubs to throw away.
I’m afraid that’s the only photo I have to show you for now. Better luck next week?