Is "snooze-fest" an oxymoron?
Tuesday, February 17, 2009 at 2:44PM Because I was going to say I could use a snooze-fest but then I became overwhelmingly tired at the idea of participating in a "fest" of any kind. Yes, I am just THAT tired today.
I was off yesterday (amazingly, a holiday my job actually provided) so I spent the day organizing the apartment. We're making progress (well, okay, I am making progress since most of the stuff is mine) but it's driving me absolutely bonkers how long it's taking to get settled in. My sister asked if I'd be able to babysit at the apt after work tomorrow, but it's soooo NOT baby/toddler friendly right now. I told her I'd see how much we can get accomplished tonight because I really would like to see my nephew. The last time I saw him (moving day, so 10 days ago), he was taking 3-4 steps by himself. Now he can walk across a whole room by himself! I have to see this!
Organizing the apartment in itself has been tiring - mentally as much as physically. It's not physically demanding, it's just a lot of standing when, frankly, I'm used to sitting all day - so I recognize that the moving around part is good for me. What's been difficult is the getting rid of things part. I took five (FIVE!!!) boxes of books to the library. They were books I won't miss much, but will still miss (just because I love books, period). I wouldn't have read them again or used them for any research, so why keep them? The boxes included stuff like a bunch of chick lit and Mass Comm and News Analysis textbooks printed before the internet was everyone's main source of media and news - so, yeah, those were practically relics (and tell you about when I went to college, eep).
I also made some tough decisions and got rid of more clothing - mostly size 14, some size 12 (what was left of what I hadn't yet gotten rid of). This was hard because there's nothing to make you feel like 1 - a weight-loss failure and 2 - a future non-success at weight loss than getting rid of your smaller clothing. I did keep a few size 12 items, a bunch of 14, and most of the size 16 stuff... I have faith I can get into those. If I need new clothing even after that, I'll just have to budget for it. That's a long way off anyway.
I also threw out a bunch of knick-knacks and tchockes - again, nothing with really any significant sentimental value, just things I liked having. It's all in the name of compromise, though. I no longer live in "my" apartment; I live in "our" apartment and a huge part of that for me is recognizing that I literally have to share the space. This is new to me - I've had my own room most of my life and had my own apartment for three years before moving back into my parents' house last year. I'm used to total command over my own space; it's going to take me a while to get used to sharing.
I cooked a nice dinner and dessert on Friday and took a bunch of pictures. I'll post that at some point (but I didn't take enough pictures for it to count as my "55. Post a blog entry about a new dinner recipe attempt (with pictures)"). Saturday (V-day) was an odd day. The tension of unpacking was at a high, making for a very tense and moody day, but a good, honest afternoon talk (forced upon me by my husband) helped level things out and we had a really awesome Valentine's Day dinner at P.F. Changs (mmmmm). It ended up being the best day we've had in a long time.
For now I am counting the hours and minutes until I get to leave (2hrs, 14 mins) so I can go home and do even MORE unpacking and arranging. It'll be worth it if it gets me some time with my nephew tomorrow, though.
Reader Comments (1)
I am telling you Naps at work are the answer! :)