Ok, to be completely honest I did NOT forget that I have a blog this time. I actually sat down to write, many times. Instead of completing a post I could publish, I found myself overwhelmed and negative, and just deleting the whole thing. It’s just been… a lot. Not all negative or anything, but a LOT.
Quick update and snapshot of at least some of the “A LOT!” (I’m checking my previous post so I get this right):
My daughter did move back to North Carolina, about a week and a half ago. Unfortunately, there were some issues with the moving company, and she STILL doesn’t have her stuff yet. They informed her they have up to 21 days to get it to her, which was a nasty shock (but listed in the fine print of her contract. She used a moving broker, so they work with various moving companies and it’s a clusterfoooook.) They also nailed her for a bit more money prior to the move that she couldn’t undo at the move, and so it was a tearful evening – especially as the movers didn’t show up the first day they were expected, and then it was 9-12 the next day, oh, no make that 12-2, oh wait! 3:30-5… no, the earliest is 6pm now… They finally showed up at 6:30pm. We were cleaning their apartment until well after 11PM. At this point, she is happy to be down in NC, but without a BED and is sleeping on the floor and hoping in two weeks she will actually have her things again. It’s ridiculous.
That fun party for my daughter turning 21? I had one of the worst migraines that I have had in a while, and so I spent the afternoon and evening throwing up and wondering if I should go to the ER while everyone else celebrated (sorta) without me. So, yeah, kinda ruined that one a little bit. I have major guilt. Not my fault, but yeah, crap-mom moment.
That party was while my parents were out here staying with us for two weeks for my daughter’s birthday and my son’s graduation (his girlfriend came out to stay for a week too – full house!) My mom has MS (with a bit of dementia-like behavior) and this was a bit of a full time gig, keeping people occupied and entertained. Fortunately, we managed to finish our bedroom remodel and get the living room back to normal before they all showed up!
My bedroom before:
And After… although, we did a little more than this too, with the faux wall trim carrying around the entire “crown molding” area. It looks nifty (but I need to clean, so I’m not going to go snap another picture right now! *ahem*)
It’s so nice! I love my bedroom and the back room (from my earlier post) because they feel like they’re OURS. The previous owners lived here for 24 years and never put color on the walls or much of anything. It was strange. Most places, you can feel an echo of people who have lived there before, at least until you paint over walls or something, but this place? It was so empty and vacant of any personality or any spark, and everything was white. They painted the ceiling, walls and trim all with the same white paint when they built and never touched it again. I suppose I am grateful for the blank canvas (mostly, just some things to be fixed or ripped out like weird shelving), but I find it a little sad as well for them. Although, maybe sterile and blank made them happy? It gives me the creeps, but to each their own!
My son – my youngest child – graduated, thank goodness! See ya, public school system! HA!
It was a bit of a sad graduation day. I want to explain publicly why, but as always I can’t. I can say that we wondered if we would even see this day, so it was a good thing. However, it was also a surreal experience to sit there with other parents and “normal” kids and watching their “normal” interactions and feeling so damn isolated. Sometimes, it’s like living behind glass; I can SEE normal, everywhere. I can damn near touch it. But it’s not ours. My son wanted to leave right away, so we didn’t even get to see any of our friends who also had kids graduating. We went home, had cake, and everything was wrapped up, put away and dead silent in the house by noon. We were invited down the street to other friends’ kids graduation parties, but I just couldn’t do it.
Right after our houseguests went back home a few days later, my new little fluff-ball Cleo(patra) got really sick. We were at the vet a lot, and I worried we were going to lose her. I’m ridiculously attached to her. After fluids and antibiotics and whatnot, she got better. Thank goodness! Although, she may be a bit sickly her whole life off and on, we’re told.
Now, we’re in the midst of a MAJOR phase of remodeling, but I think I should break things up and post about that one later! I also just got back into my studio two days ago, after months of being unable to really work. I plan on posting more here now, especially since I have more to share.
So, I’ll leave it here. I’m alive. Stuff is happening! And oh, yeah, it’s summer!