I am bad at this. I have thought many times of updating this here slice of interweb, but passed in favour of staring blankly at a wall, or some other intellectually stimulating activity. Really, the problem is that I decided this would be a good place to document the changes we are making to the house, and then we didn't make any. Okay, we did make a couple (firstly, we put our stuff in it), but I have been feeling so down about this place that I didn't even want to talk about it. Not even to myself, which is really what this entire site is: a socially acceptable alternative to the usual muttering out loud I do at the grocery store.
This house depresses me. Will I be able to make it not hateful? I worry that I won't. Especially when my first tentative forays into ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (that was supposed to be Bowie-esque) have been mildly disappointing with a hint of frustrating. Paint colours that aren't quite as planned. Minor projects that are painfully slow to complete. And ugly, ugly everywhere! I just want to make the ugly go away, and it's hard! Waaah, my life is so difficult.
On the plus side, the kids and I survived 10 days together without another adult. I mean, besides schoolteachers and whatnot. I navigated 1.5 weeks of solo parenthood, and I have to say, HOLY CRAP real single parents are amazing. I didn't even have to go to work or anything, and I am so exhausted I can't see straight. I am humbled.