Work in progress

So many things are in the middle stage right now. We're waiting to find out if AT&T and the union can come to a fair contract. Although I'm sure that neither side would agree on what's fair, Saturday is the final day, and if the strike happens, Bry-D will be on the picket line Sunday. Yay. Pardon my enthusiasm. Also, the house is in a state of confusion. We've been moving things around and out of the house since before Lex was born, but again, we have to wait on somethings before we can finish. We have lots of things in good condition to get rid of. We don't care if we sell them, but we don't want to throw them away. So, they are sitting, taking up precious space while we try to get rid of them. Which means there are things just sitting because there isn't anywhere else for them right now. However, happiness is shining in some areas-take a look at my sewing desk before Mom came over-

And here's after-

Yes, I know, there's a pile of fabric under the desk still, but I put that there to force me to refinish Granny's trunk, the future home of my fabric.

Then of course there's the disaster that is Lex's room, another place that had become a dumping ground while I was pregnant, this is mid morning yesterday-

Yes, that is an improvement from before-amazing!

And this morning-

It's a wet bleak day, and I'm thinking mostly about the long list of things to do that just keep getting longer. Eliz's school supplies-we had to stop school because towards teh end of my pregnancy, I just couldn't do it, and then I got behind and Eliz kept progressing(somehow), and I'd like to have something to wear besides jeans on Easter, which of course leads to I'd like to exercise again, but I'm not sure how to fit it in. I sound so depressing. Ugh. I've not mentioned this before, but I love Eeyore. I love Eeyore for the very reason most people dislike him-he's a downer. He's not a realist, he's depressing. He's also pathetic, in a most lovable way(at least to me) But what makes him so very wonderful to me, is that when this grey cloud gets happy, he stands on his head. That's just the way to express happiness - get upside-down.

So, right now, while I'm feeling very much like I've lost my tail, and that life's something of a grey cloud and there's nothing I can do about it, I'm looking forward to a few days from now when I can stand on my head in joy!

Inspiration

Inspiration. *sigh* It's cold, bleak and deary outside. I have an overwhelming amount of urgent and important things to do. Two small children in bed, Handsome Hubby is @ work, I could get some real work done, but really, I just want to sit and blog around, getting creative inspiration. Maybe if I stop off @ Martha Stewart I'll get the household inspiration I need. Spiritual inspiration has been coming in by the bucket load. A book I've had but just started reading, a friend on Facebook who constantly goes deeper with her thoughts, all are challenging me to work harder at the everyday seen things and the eternal unseen of my life. *sigh*

Lost and found...

It is driving me crazy. I know it shouldn't be a big deal, but it matters to me. You'd think I knew this person or something...oh, geez. A couple of weeks ago I was wandering aimlessly around the blogosphere, and found a blog by a fellow crafter that I really enjoyed. She used her cat as a model, talked about making things out of felt-something I've been thinking about, referenced one of my favorite books, I was like, oh! new BFF, I've found you! And now, I can't find the stinkin' blog to save my life. And I'm so annoyed. Ugh. I am so OCD. Happy things are happening- my fabric for my first Etsy listings are going into the washer. Dear sweet OCD Mom came over and helped me find my sewing desk under all the crap that got dumped on it while I was pregnant. So, yea to those things. Once I get that stuff started, I can work on some of the things that I've had to put off, which opens up the thought...where do I start? What do I start with? I'm giving myself a headache...all those in favor of a chocolate break, say "I". Glad to have your support!

What a week!

This time last Sunday I was in a hospital room watching Lex breath thru an oxygen tube. I was sending and responding to about a thousand texts. We got out of the hospital on Monday, taking with us a nebulizer and a prescription for amoxicillian. 7 weeks old and Lex had his first and hopefully only, trip to the ER. He's doing well now, but of course, I'm hovering over him all the time. I'm all kinds of confused. Just genral disoriented. I don't think I'm spelling things correctly. Oh well, I'm allowed right now. I need to sleep. I've stopped doing that in order to worry about Lex more. Because there issn't a whole lot I can do about him that I'm not already. So worring makes me feel better.