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Sometimes life just feels a little convoluted

Do you ever feel like you’re knee deep in the middle of life? Like everything around you is unfinished, pressing for your attention, and nothing gets done because everything has to get done?

That’s how I feel right now.

Jess’ wedding is only 3 weeks away. I’m throwing the lingerie/bachelorette party in 2 weeks. I haven’t sent out the invitations yet. I’ve thought about the invitations. I’ve thought about sending them out. But, I have yet to do that. I have a location. I have a few food ideas. I have a few game ideas. But, I have nothing nailed down. Right after I throw that shower we’re in wedding week, and you know how stressful that is.

corn maze 3

Last night I worked on a new header for this blog for over an hour. It was to no avail {obviously}. WordPress only lets you have a header that’s 990 x 180 and everything that I was doing…and it was going to be super cute…wasn’t working. Actually, I’ll show you the header that I was trying to use…you’ll like it. Or at least, I like it. Actually, I love it. But, I can’t use it. Which brings me to another point. Remember how a few months ago I told you that I was “under construction” on getting my own site? Yeah? Well…we’re still under construction. Actually, construction is at a standstill. I think I’m going to host it myself and try to figure out the coding…but, when?

header attempt

I’m sitting in the living room, Zoe’s costume is cut out on the table. I have no idea where to go from here. I think I might wait until I go to my dress fitting and see if I can borrow her sewing machine for 10 minutes. Or, I might get some inspiration tonight. I have 4 days left…and then it’s time to buy an actual costume. Or a pillow case, and then she’s going to wear a toga. Actually, if the Indian Princess doesn’t work…she’s definitely going in a toga.

corn maze 2

My fall wreath is almost done. I worked on it for another hour last night. Actually, I just worked on the flowers. Can I ask you something? Why in the world am I making a fall wreath? I blame Pinterest. I also blame blog reading. Either way, I’ve suddenly convinced myself that I’m crafty and that I should do crafts. I’ve also convinced myself that I can’t start something I don’t intend to finish. So, I’m teaching myself how to make a variety of felt flowers, and I’m screwing up a lot. I wanted to walk away and quit last night. I’ll try again tonight.

corn maze 4

And then, there’s my house, my very dirty, cluttered, house. It’s going to stay that way for at least a little bit, because I have to work today and then I’m going straight to my mentoring meeting. I was an awful housewife last night. I worked on my blog header and the pictures from the corn maze and Brad took care of Zoe, cooked dinner, and then cleaned up her mess. I actually started crying. I didn’t clean anything, but I started crying. That has to count for something, right?

pumpkin carving
Zoe's pumpkin
The Final Prodcut
But, those are just things. Things that can get done. Things that don’t have to get done. Things that may or may not ever get done. I don’t have anybody putting any pressure on me except myself, and my busy schedule. It makes it more complicated that I feel like I still can’t think straight. I can’t pick a starting place. I can’t multi-task like I’m used to doing. I can’t prioritize. It’s not a big deal, it’s just that I have to make a list….and then I have to work my to-do list around my increasingly active, incredibly smart, fearless daughter who is into everything, and testing every boundary that’s in place, and demanding instead of asking, and throwing temper tantrums you wouldn’t believe…you know…my toddler.

corn maze 5

Ah, but, such is life….

Happy Tuesday Ya’ll

ps. You’ll notice that the pictures are just from Saturday. That’s because I haven’t gotten that far into putting Sunday’s on my computer yet. Tomorrow…maybe I’ll have them for you tomorrow….

pps…While writing this blog, I got up to take care of Zoe, decided that now would be a good time to try and get Zoe’s costume together, ironed on the heat bond thing {which makes a great substitute…I just found that out}, accidently made the dress just a wee bit entirely too small, and now have to go buy some more fabric. See, this is what I’m talking about. I’m all over the place.


The joys of a sleeping baby

I’ve been dreading this decision. Putting it off until I can’t put it off any longer. I’ve bitten all my fingernails off thinking about it. And this is a little random tidbit about me… when I really need to think about something I’ll sit in a weird place. Like on the arm of the couch. Or randomly in the middle of the stairs. I’ve sat in both those places thinking this through. And it’s come down to this…..I simply can’t avoid it any longer….It’s time to put Zoe on a bonafide schedule.

BLEH. I HATE schedules. I hate having a clock rule my life. I don’t wear a watch. There’s something deep within me that rejects living by a schedule. In high school I felt like I was cattle being moved along as the bell rang from one place to the next…anybody else? anybody? I understand that there’s a time and a place for schedules…I agree with one at work, organizing events, so on and so forth. But when I’m off the clock…I’m off the clock.

But, I think Zoe’s getting to the age where she needs one. See, it used to be that I could do anything and go anywhere at any time and as long as she was fed every 2 hours….no problemo, she would quite literally sleep anywhere. Not anymore. Now she’s developing an opinion. And while (you know me) I encourage individualism and all that….this is really cutting into my grove. Because she’s not sleeping. AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Drives me up a freaking wall! Because she’s tired so she’s fussy and when she’s fussy she simply can not be pleased. (Yes, I do have half that sentence in italics….see the sentence immediately prior to it) I digress.

And here’s why I hate this curve in the road. It means that I have to be on a schedule too. Even though, you would think, that because I am the one initiating the schedule and making all the decisions here then I would be ok with it. Well, I hate to say this, but you’re wrong. I don’t want to have to be home every day at 2 so that she can sleep. I don’t want to have to think before I say “yes” to going somewhere. Just the thought of that makes me feel stuck. Bleh.

Oh well though. I don’t think my opinion counts on this one. A happy baby is a happy mommy….and vice versa. Wish me luck!