Last week I was lamenting over the fact that I felt stale, basically stuck in some post-holiday funk that I could not shake. Maybe it was the promise of officially ending the holidays this past weekend by de-Christmasfying the house but by Friday afternoon I was starting to come around. Sophia & I made pizza for dinner, something I probably wouldn’t have had the patience for last week, and after she was in bed for the night I meal planned like a boss, created a grocery list, and then went to bed…all before 10 p.m.
My fog lifted even further on Saturday when we all woke up at a reasonable 8 a.m., got dressed, had breakfast at the diner, and then went to Lowe’s to pick out paint swatches for baby boy’s room. After we came home we rid the house of every shred of evidence that Christmas was ever celebrated in our house, despite Sophia’s repeated attempts to help by putting decorations back where they were displayed for the last month and a half. Having accomplished all of this by noon had me feeling great. We fed and put Sophia down for a nap and I sent Tim to Wal-Mart to fulfill my grocery list. During this much needed alone time I lounged on the couch in the living room and wrote about my kid not sleeping…you know while she was sleeping.
Having a fully stocked pantry/fridge I felt even better and decided to make cinnamon rolls for Sunday breakfast. Waking up on Sunday and having breakfast prepared and ready to eat was an awesome feeling and set the tone for a productive day. I made Sunday dinner, breakfast sandwiches for the week, egg salad for lunch (with perfectly hard boiled eggs, a first for me), and prepped part of dinner for Monday. After dinner on Sunday I was practically high on all the things we accomplished in forty-eight hours. I was able to thoroughly enjoy the first two episodes of Downton Abbey season three.
Monday morning, usually the low point of my week, was even more manageable knowing my breakfast and lunch were set to go. All the literally house cleaning and organizing must have figuratively cleaned out my brain because I had a “eureka” moment while getting ready for work. You see what will be baby boy’s room used to be my home office. It was a place for me to write, pay our bills, and keep our affairs organized. I’ve been stressing about either putting the desk in the attic or getting rid of it entirely…envisioning hoarder level stacks of paper, mail, and bills overtaking my kitchen since there would be no other central location for them. Monday morning it hit me: why not toss the cat piss soaked couch, move the love seat to that side of the room and put the desk in its place? I will have effectively created a study that I’ve always wanted and solved the issue of my need for organization and the lingering smell of cat pee. BOOM! I seriously could not be happier and my mind feels so much clearer now. I think I’ve just found my goals for this year. DOUBLE BOOM!