I’ve got the house blues.
Well, maybe it’s just low blood sugar. One of the perks of parenting small children is that I eat meals consistently. But all the fun of the last month with my brother in law’s visit has knocked that ‘consistent’ part slightly askew. So I didn’t get dinner before heading off to (teach my first!) yoga class.
Or maybe it’s the fact that I just can’t get well. Devo’s down with it now, moving from a cold into the flu. I’m now taking vitamin c, vitamin d, the green power sludge stuff my mom swears by, a daily drink of disgusting apple cider vinegar and water, and forsaking all sweet things.
Or maybe it’s because I didn’t have much sleep last night. I finally bit the bullet and have begun to teach/convince/encourage Levi to sleep through the night (method: no milk till morning). First night went well with only about two hours of walking and patting. Second night he slept EIGHT HOURS! Last night he was up for what seemed like hours on end, playing the part of a narcoleptic pacifier flinger. He won last night. I ungraciously lost. (Is it possible to be gracious at four o’clock in the morning after hours of sleep interruptions? I think not.)
Or maybe it’s because the Nester has been posting this great series on 31 days to a Better Dressed Nest. And I want to dress my NEW nest, not this old one.
Or maybe it’s that my favorite dream house is being sold…to someone else.
Or maybe it’s that I’ve realized that I’ve lost an entire year of gardening because of assuming that we were going to find a house. I should have taken Jesus’ advice and “occupied”. He always has good advice.
So, maybe, once my blood sugar comes back up, and I have a night of at least semi-decent sleep, and I stop sounding like I’ve got a sinus infection when I don’t, I’ll stop whining to myself and dress up the nest that I have and plant some things in my winter garden to grow while we’re gone on sabbatical.
Because we’re leaving for our sabbatical in 22 days.
And then I’ll be living in my mom’s house.