Oh my goodness my home is overwhelming me these days. It doesn’t help that every one has been sick and we keep getting sick (currently Oonagh and I are sniffling and blowing and coughing away). And you know how it is, when momma is sick nothing EVER gets picked up off the floor. (WHY?)
Here is the real truth: we have too much stuff. You too probably have too much stuff but I can’t deal with your stuff when I can’t even deal with my stuff. Last night I set some intentions for the week which is something I really like the idea of but usually just wake up Monday mornings in a new state of overwhelm and spend too much time on my phone and drinking tea.
BUT NOT THIS WEEK!
This week I’m going to try and get over this oppressive (not cancer) illness and do things. Now that Spring is finally here I feel the pull to get some Spring purging done and I’m starting with the girls rooms because they are pack rats and have so much stuff. We are trying to teach them that eleventy billion Shopkins are not going to make them happy but they seem to think we are oppressing them with our anti-consumerist views. There is so much talk in the news these days about plastic and fast fashion (that is a whole blog post in itself) and the multitude of ways that we are destroying our planet but the ever present message is buy more buy more buy more. And the girls are obsessed with tiny plastic things. So in school and in the news they learn that the oil industry is evil (even though it pays the bills in this house and there is no cleaner, conscientious oil industry than the Canadian oil industry – but that is also a whole other conversation) and that every time mommy starts the car a polar bear dies (I was actually told this by one of them a number of years ago) but that owning 20 Beanie Boos shipped over from China is OKAY.
Except yesterday afternoon Oonagh spent hours outside running bare foot in her pyjamas and was so ridiculously happy that she didn’t once fight with anyone nor play with any toys and then went to bed happy and exhausted because SPRING IS HERE!
So far today I have cleaned up half of Fionnuala’s desk and I have one hour before the girls come home for lunch to take out the garbage and recycling so they don’t see all that I am throwing out. Does anyone else do this? Some people say that you should let children make their own decisions about what they are going to keep but every single piece of paper cannot be a treasure. Nor can every single cheap Valentine’s card from the past three years.
I’ll keep you updated on how things go this week. One of my other intentions is to just sit down and write for thirty minutes whether it is good writing or not. I gotta get out of this sick funk somehow.
In love with the winter sun.
My goal for this month is to post two blogs a week on Monday and Thursday and I have already fallen down on that goal. But my other goal is to tell myself – repeatedly – that my goals don’t have to be all-or-nothing. I am very much an all-or-nothing person and I’m trying to re-wire my brain and teach myself that each day is a day to start again. So even if I don’t know what to write about OR if it is Tuesday instead of Monday I am going to post a blog.
Warning. Today’s blog post is rambley and talks about parking again.
Yesterday I had an appointment with my oncologist for 10:10 in the morning. We arrived at 9:55 and paid for two hours of parking. I saw the doctor at 12:10. This is pretty standard. The oncology department was busy this morning and we knew there would be a delay (there always is). I don’t really blame the oncologist for this either – there are just SO MANY of us with cancer these days. Anyway. I stayed around afterwards for some X-Rays and left shortly after 1pm. One of the things I noticed while I was walking around the waiting room was that the hospital provides all these “free” programs and support groups for people going through cancer but I wonder how many people don’t go to them because they don’t want to pay for parking? I know that is always one of my deciding factors when it comes to any activity.
I did tell my oncologist that I need to be fully fit and healthy by mid-June because we have bought five plane tickets for Ireland for a month starting on the 14th of June and I want to enjoy this trip as much as possible. My oncologist said she often thinks about how terribly sick I was when we first met (I refer to it as “actively dying”) and what a difference she sees in me now. Then she said this: “I can’t cure you but I can try and give you as much quality of life for as long as possible.” Which is exactly what I am trying to do. I’m glad we are on the same page.
Today I was supposed to volunteer for an all-day field trip with Fionnuala’s class. But due to back and hip pain I cancelled. I think I was being overly ambitious by hoping that I could survive a day like that but if I’m not overly ambitious I’ll never get anything accomplished in this life, right? Fionnuala was very disappointed though and that’s just one more thing they are going to remember when I am gone.
I leave tomorrow for a quick trip to Ottawa for the funeral of my godfather whom I affectionately called Uncle Bunny. It’s a bit of a family reunion and I am more excited than I probably have the right to be since it is for a funeral – but I will take adventures where I can get them these days. You know what else I’m excited for? Four hours of uninterrupted reading time on the plane BY MYSELF! I’ve already downloading Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean At The End of the Lane on audio since it is next month’s pick for book club and now I just need to nail down a knitting project I can do on the plane for maximum child-free enjoyment. Plus the two other books I am currently reading. The possibilities are endless.
Trying to get outside every day.
Why nine R’s? Well, mostly because it sounds good with the minor alliteration going on. Also, nine is my number if ever I were to have a number. I’ve always liked the number nine. Another reason is that I started singing in a choir recently – I will talk about that in a later post but singing in a choir… Read more →
Ah… bliss. I just got out of a super hot bath where I spent 40 minutes reading Carrie Snyder‘s latest book The Juliet Stories. (Isn’t the title of her blog the best?) Now I’m going to eat a cupcake and snuggle with the Mister while working on my sock. It’s a good night after a very long day with two… Read more →
Thirty five is a very attractive age; London society is full of women who have of their own free choice remained thirty-five for years. Read more →
Some of you may have heard of Reverb10 – it is a way to reflect on this year and manifest what’s next. It is also a series of prompts that gives you something to think on and write about as you reflect on the past year and publicly (and perhaps naively) air your wishes for the coming year. They ask… Read more →
“It’s going to be another busy busy day,” Moira inevitably says at some point every evening when we are putting her to bed. I guess when you are 2.5 years old no matter what the next day holds there are always adventures to be had and every day is, indeed, busy busy. This weekend does prove to be busy busy… Read more →
Ingredients for bliss when you are 2+1/3: – Polka Dot Pajamas – Dirt Moira discovered that you can take the Polar Zookeeper Duplo animal slide apart and turn it into.. shoes! Those jammies totally kill me too. Yodeler’s daughter: Fionnuala looks like she should be wearing knickers and a cow bell. Man, population health nap time is boring. Nap time… Read more →
Fire suppression device, circa 1955 when the house was built… we think. I suspect that this one was meant to heat up (as it is up near the ceiling, not in arm’s reach), and the metal band would expand, then break, dropping its payload on the floor. Anyway, it’s probably similar to this one from Wikipedia: “Another type of carbon-tetrachloride… Read more →
While Melanie is recovering, oncology here is a brief post from the Mr. regarding the new addition to the family. Name: Fionnuala Irene (pronounced Fin-oo-la) Birth Weight: 7 lbs 1 oz (exactly the same as mom and older sister) Born on: 8-something am on the 18th of August (18/8/10 – a date I can remember! 18-8=10). Water broke Monday evening,… Read more →