spring cleaning. (sort of)

by Liz on 02.01

I have many unhealthy methods of coping with feeling blech.

Shopping, napping, eating.

I also have a few healthy ways of coping.

Cleaning, going outside, eating (it’s not always cheese fries, thanks).

Right now, I’m going through all of my stuff and organizing and weeding. It makes me feel productive and worthwhile, though I’m stuck inside not feeling well. And it sort of reminds me of what stuff I already do have- hopefully, negating the push to go shopping. Sometimes you forget what you have buried underneath the t-shirts you wear everyday, you know?

more grumps.

by Liz on 01.30

 

I confessed my grumps to you guys. But you know who really has the grumps?

A two-year old who is suddenly, inexplicably deprived of his walks to the park.

Chilly winter weather is not a friend to small fingers and noses. Though how stinking cute are they when they get all rosy and chilly? Less cute when frostbitten and falling off. So, we’re indoors with puzzles and paint. All day. Everyday.

It drives us both nuts.

Him first. Then me.

Today, it finally actually started warming up outside. I even heard birds. Whether they were real birds, coming out to enjoy the warmth, or imagined birds signing the songs of heaven … neither here nor there.

The point is. We went outside. And it was wonderful.

And you know? That little demon spawn, destroyer of souls (and completed work and clean houses), antsy angry itch of a child was wonderful the rest of the day. We even, like, enjoyed each other.

Huh.

planning.

by Liz on 01.28

photo by Emilia Jane Photography

You know, I have literally 8 articles saved for me to write about and discuss with you guys. And I just haven’t had the time (self control) to actually sit down and do it.

But, here’s one that’s more recent that makes me go, “Hm.”

What do you think about planning a wedding before you’re ready to get married?

I think it’s probably less reflective of some desire to be paired up (or as the article puts it, to find “Mr. Right”), and more about the possibility of having one day where you call the shots. Hell, I AM married to “Mr. Right” (or whatever), and I’m still pinning pretty things to look at.

What do you think?