Blame it on the...

My original plan was to write a post tonight on some of the small projects I've been working on around the house.

However, I always want to be honest on this blog.  I don't want to pretend.  That would be too exhausting, and I just don't have the desire or the energy to fake something that isn't there.  

So, truth be told: The house is a mess, and I didn't touch one of the those projects today.

In less than 24 hours the yellow bungalow went from clean and presentable, to an utter disaster.  

I could blame it on Boston

and the fact that he was dropped off at 8 this morning; spiraling two already naughty dogs into shear chaos for the next two hours.  (Remember Boston?  He is at fault for my love for big dogs. I think it's his eyes, I just get lost in them.  They cut me deep I tell ya.)

I could blame it on the fact that at 9:45 Dexter ate Nancy's (our physical therapist) sunglasses.

I could blame it on the fact that at 10am all three dogs escaped the house and I spent the next 15 minutes running around our street chasing and screaming at my three unruly canine children while my kind neighbors assisted me in corralling them home.

Meanwhile, my human child sat screaming in the living room, not understanding why mommy dashed out of the house like a mad woman.

I could blame it on the fact that we then took a four hour tour through our town running errand after errand. (With a pit stop lunch with a good friend and fattening food, of course.)

Today, I could come up with countless reasons why my house looks as awful as it does.  

But the reality is, it just wasn't a priority today.

When I got home my body, my mind, and more importantly my boy needed to rest.  I called the man of the house and warned him what to expect when he got home.  Put the little guy in his crib for a well needed nap, crawled under the covers of my own bed, and we both slept.  

We slept because sleep can be healing.  It can calm an endless running mind, it soothes overworked muscles, and washes away the stresses of the day. 

An hour later we woke refreshed, and ready to play.  So play we did.  

Tonight, I go to bed thankful.

Thankful for friends with dogs, especially for Boston.

Thankful for understanding therapists who love my kid and forgive my dogs.

Thankful for neighbors who have grown a deaf hear to the constant barking, and a blind eye to the sometimes marking of the front lawns.

Thankful for a reliable car to take me around town and a boy that held in the tears until we were five minutes from home.

Thankful for the solace and comfort of beds and cribs to recuperate in.

Thankful for a hardworking husband who loves me despite my inner messy self, which I sometimes let roam free around our home.

Thankful that God doesn't inspect my house or my life with a white glove, but loves me where I'm at, and gently leads me where He wants me to be.

In the midst of chaos, what are you thankful for?

Have a good weekend,

Kristin

A Look Ahead

This post has been three weeks in the making.  I wrote it the first week of January.  However, my Mac and I were having photo exporting issues.  But now we're friends again.  So here is the long awaited post:

When I was in in school, college, and even when I was teaching, I never looked at the beginning of a calendar year as a new year.  For me, New Years Eve was summer, and New Years Day had always been the first day of school.  

This year it was different.  There was an end to 2011, and 2012 does bring a fresh start.

Our little guy is sitting up now.  

There is still a 50/50 chance he'll tip over, but that little trunk of his is getting stronger every day.  

His physical therapist is blown away every week by his progress.  We're so close to crawling, it's just beyond his grasp.  He rocks back and forth on all fours, and to his dismay ends up in reverse instead of drive most times.  

He's been eating puree food for about two months now.  I can't believe homeboy likes brussel sprouts.  

The Hacker and I aren't fans, but the little guy opens his mouth as wide as it can go for the green goo.  

We're setting goals for the yellow bungalow this new year too.  

1.  Finish the garage 

2.  Complete the 5-10% of the finishing details in the master bedroom, nursery, office, and living room.  This seems to be a consistent flaw of mine.  I complete a room about 85-90% of the way.  Then it take$ me month$ and even year$ to complete the re$t for $ome $trange rea$on.  (was I subtle enough?)  

3.  Complete the dining room table and make a console table. Have I told you that the Hacker is building our dinning table? He's in the distressing and staining part.  Ana White has become a treasure chest for the Hacker and I for furniture.  If you haven't checked it out, if would behoove you to do so.  (side note: behoove is a word I haven't used, maybe ever.)

4.  Window Treatments.  All of our windows have blinds, nice blinds.  But yet they all seem so bare.  This year it would be nice to dress them up a bit.

5.  Add shutters to the garage window out front.  We have a feeling our window looks a little bare.  A pair of shutters might be the perfect company for it.

6.  Add bookshelves on either side of the fireplace.  

So there it is.  New year, fresh start and new goals.

Good to be back, 

Kristin