It’s been a crazy few weeks. And I’m not talking crazy fun. Just crazy. With a lot of work thrown in for good measure. Hence the blogging vacation. I’m pretty sure none of you wanted to read endless posts about how much paint I had in my hair or on various parts of my body. Seriously, I’m not completely sure how I managed to get paint in some of those particular locations. On the day I painted Mr. C’s bedroom I looked like an extra from the movie Avatar. Yep folks, I was that exact color of blue. Actually, it was kind of pretty.
Fortunately, my painting career is coming to an end, at least for now. But I’m not quite done yet. Good thing my parents live nearby and are retired. My dad has been here almost daily doing anything I ask. Thanks, Dad! And, my mom has discovered that her long suppressed painting horror memories have come back to haunt her right here in my very own house. Sorry, Mom! Even Mr. C painted. Which is why I now have some spots of paint sprinkled across my brand new sheet set…
Speaking of Mr. C, today was the first day of school. For him it meant facing a new school without a friend by his side. He did brilliantly. For me it meant swimming through wave after wave of packing paper as I rifled through box after box looking for one of my two mixers. Stand mixer? Hand mixer? It didn’t matter which one I uncovered first; I just needed one. I had first-day-of-school chocolate chip cookies to make.
I didn’t find one. Instead, I mixed the dough the old-fashioned way. With 
my hands. Now they smell delicious and are super smooth from the impromptu butter and sugar scrub. I like it so much I just might do it this way again next time. Granted, I’m not going to wonder what happened to all of the dead skin cells that I sloughed off in the process. I recommend you don’t think about it either, especially if you’re one of the lucky recipients of my cookies.
As an added bonus, I did find lots of other things that made me very happy. I love to cook and I’ve been without my things for three months now. So, unpacking these boxes was like a treasure hunt. When I discovered my little food chopper and one of my two favorite knives I gave a little cheer. Ok, maybe a big cheer. And, we finally have dinner plates! Listen, I know I’m a bit odd. I’ve accepted it. What else can I do but embrace my weirdness and move on?
Like two days ago when I finally got a dresser in my bedroom. While I was most certainly pleased to finally have somewhere besides my suitcase to store my clothes, I practically danced a jig when I opened a drawer and found two of my favorite pairs of boots staring up at me. Ok, I have a confession to make. I did sort of do a little dance around the house while chanting, “Boots! Boots! I have boots!” This might have lasted for about five minutes. Maybe ten. Mr. C just stared at me and shook his head. He might have also mumbled a comment about making sure I don’t ever do that while his friends are over, but I’m not sure if I heard him correctly. I did, however, promptly wear boots that afternoon despite the 80 degree temperatures. I’m pretty sure that those of you who love your boots as much as I love mine will completely understand my enthusiasm.
Somehow, despite all of the work and the piles of boxes everywhere, we’re adjusting. And, even managing to tuck little bits of fun in whenever we can. In fact, we’ve gone on a couple of tiny adventures in recent weeks. Now that I finally have somewhere to sit and type I’ll be writing about them soon. Until then, happy back-to-school for all the parents and students out there. Here’s to a good year for all!
Boots, Boots, Boots “awesome”!