Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Monday, May 5, 2014
The Mother’s Day anxiety first hits in early March, when it dawns on me that spring is coming.
At first I’m excited for the longer days, the signs of life. I crave the color and sunlight. But then my mind considers the calendar and I remember that Mother’s Day waits in May. Suddenly, my chest tightens and my brain begins to flail, trying to stave off the spiral of depression and hopelessness.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
And not just because I haven't wiped the counters down lately (we'll play along with the illusion that all that's messy is some crumbs). We've been in the townhouse for six months now, which - yay for not moving for six months, that's cool - but it's also long enough to figure out what elements of my slap-dash organization are not working.
Like...most of it.
Redoing the whole thing top to bottom the way I want because of the whole finishing-a-book-about-someone-with-a-more-organized-kitchen thing.
Here are the things I know I need to do:
1. Make sure everything earns its place.