do you ever hit the weekend and wonder where the world your week got off to? i’m certain it was just monday, and here we are, ‘round the block again.
this morning half of us played church-hooky. bee had oral surgery on friday, and em woke feeling less than stellar, so we camped out on three stories of blankets atop the living room floor. star wars reruns flickered on screen, i alternately rubbed em’s back and felt his forehead, and bee hid a swollen jaw beneath a bag of frozen corn. wish you were here.
in other news, i am nesting. never mind that i thought it was totally fake before it hit me full-force, this adoption-nesting phenomenon; and never mind that it is kicking in way early as we have yet to be given a court date, let alone a visa appointment. i have spent the past several weeks itching to purge and scrub and rearrange, and i have unleashed this force on the most unsuspecting bits of our home.
first target: fireplace mantel. it’s been dusted within an inch of its life, and half the framed pictures will never be heard from again. [the remaining half are quaking in their boots, as they notice me eyeing them from across the room with Big Plans to remake the whole thing from scratch.]
next came the cedar chest. my uncle dave crafted this beautiful thing for my mother, but it turns out she lives in hawaii, sad news for her. [well okay, except for the eternal summer and beaches and food so amazing your mouth wants to sing. that’s the sad news for me.] but back to sad news for her: since it would cost its weight in caviar to ship to oahu, the chest got to come live with me instead.
i’ve filled the innards of this guy with childhood scraps and yearbooks and the cherished detritus of our expanding family. it used to all be piled in helter-skelter, but now everything beneath that wedding dress is boxed up and smartly labeled. i’m bound to go through it again; we’re making room in there.
and now i’m in the middle of cleaning out my work space, with a possible desk face-lift in the works. next up: bedrooms, living room, dining room, sunroom, bathrooms, and possibly the kitchen.
truly, nothing is safe.
ps so if i finish here with time to spare, i may show up on one or more of y'all's porches with a mop in hand and curious gleam in my eye. please let me in.
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