This post is brought to you by a relentless bout of nesting. I use the word relentless quite literally–I have felt like I’m losing my mind, and acting like it too. If you think I’m exaggerating, well, let me tell you a story.
We’re at my childhood home for the holidays, but the agenda didn’t call for just enjoying the vacation with Christmas movies and hot chocolate.
No: we are project people.
We’re project people, and this is a big project. A big, big project. A big project that needed a big huge clean-out before the actual project could start.
This is a hamhouse. In the past, it was used for smoking hams. They were hung from the ceiling by strings and then smoked. My family has lived here for twenty-nine years, but we’ve never smoked hams in here. We’ve never smoked hams at all, actually. The strings are still hanging from the ceiling, though.
Are you a list person?
I’m not–except when I am. I only like lists if I can write them on paper–somehow, the act of causing words to travel from thought to brain to nervous system to fingers to pen and paper is, I guess, more intentional than just typing, and I instantly feel more productive, as if I had made a list with “make a list” as the first item, and I can now cross it off. So, some days when I think, I really need to make a list, I immediately reject the idea because I haven’t any scrap paper, and there you go.
Then, other times, I like lists because lists are good and necessary and motivating, and when I think I haven‘t any paper I immediately answer myself make one anyway, because really your brains are so scrambled by 23 weeks that you don’t even really know what day it is, let alone what you need to accomplish in the very near future. Case in point: I have a huge project underway at the moment, and it’s taking far longer than it really should. This is because when I have a free moment, instead of tackling the next step, I suddenly forget what steps are even remaining. OK. So I need a list. Here it is.
For two weeks, now, we’ve been remodeling our guest room as a shared nursery for our son and his soon-to-be baby brother. I thought the whole process might take a week. Ha.
Here’s what’s left to do:
- paint crib
- paint rocking chair
- paint ikea baskets
- sew curtains
- make clive’s name in branches
- sew cushions for rocking chair
- make mobile for changing table
- move ephraim’s crib
- move closet (ugh)
Hoo boy. There it is. Well, the crib and rocking chair are being painted today. That’s a start.