Today is April 24, 2015. Today, John Brownstone and I have been dealing with some portion of the condo remodel for more than 30 days. Today we are five days away from moving in and figuring out our new routines.
Here’s what I’ve learned:
- Sometimes you have to eat whatever you can grab when you can grab it.
- A full home remodel and an exercise routine are difficult to manage at the same time – unless the remodel counts as exercise.
- You can only complete so much in one day. Something has to give. Sometimes it’s sleep. Sometimes it’s writing. Sometimes it’s a hot meal.
- Do what you can with what you have and worry about the rest later.
Here’s what that’s meant for me…
- I’m perpetually behind on my blogging – one of the few things that keeps me sane.
- I missed Boobday this month…damn it! And the E[lust] Newsletter. Le sigh.
- I’ve managed to write 6000 words towards my next book – and that’s it.
- I have a million ideas and no time to do anything about them.
- If I never have to eat another McDonald’s hamburger while driving down the road, I’ll be a happy woman.
- I think I’m now composed mainly of caffeine, chocolate, and sugar – hmmm, maybe that’s why my clothes don’t fit.
I’ll admit that in the slow moments when I take a second to breathe and catch up on the happenings in my kinky world, I find writers releasing more books (yay for all of us, more to read!). I find people moving forward with projects (yay for accomplished goals and dreams!). I find life happening, and I’m happy for everyone who’s experiencing good things and sad for anyone who isn’t. I find myself wishing I was in the mix, too, though.
I’m ready for the crazy train to stop so I can participate in this side of the world again. And even in the vanilla world, too. I think I’ve taken one out of every five calls my mother has made to me in the last few weeks. That’s never a good thing – especially since I actually like talking to her.
Daddy and I don’t have conversations that don’t involve the remodel or the move. What type of light fixture? What kind of carpet? What’s on the to-do list? Who do we need to call? We need boxes. More boxes. Lots of boxes. Sometimes we sit in blissful silence just so we don’t have to talk about it anymore.
For the record, neither of us is unhappy. Just tired. Worn out. Ready to be done. And once we’ve moved, it will be worth all of it – we both know it. But until then, I sort of need this crazy train to stop for a minute so I can catch my breath.