After all this time, and all the things that have happened, i’m going to come back with the most boring post on earth. I have been working on decluttering our house, and i feel the need to document (i think that means i am beginning to feel overwhelmed again).
I have been working on working on purging our crap for ages, but now i am really doing it. I mean, we have been getting rid of things, but it never seemed to make an impact overall, and now i am doing it systematically, which either works better or is more obvious and makes me feel better. I think the big difference is that i just became unafraid of the trash. I have a deep fear of throwing things away; i am terribly offended by wastefulness. My breakthrough has been along the lines of “sunk costs” – that it is just as wasteful to leave crap unused as to throw it in the trash. In the same vein, the crap is already here, so i just have to let go of my guilt over having things that are waste. Better trash in the trash than trash in the house. And in the future we can try to create less of it, but what’s done is done. This is the category of stuff that has always frozen my cleaning efforts: the stuff that can’t be donated, shouldn’t be kept, but isn’t really trash – it’s not food wrappers and dust bunnies; it’s underwear and socks that no one wears, things that are only a little broken, that pillow the dogs started sleeping on that, really, is beyond cleaning.
The other major improvement is that i think i’ve finally found a filing system that we will actually use.
(I think this entire process is actually about admitting your weaknesses, recording them in great detail, and tricking yourself into functioning despite them. At least, i’ve tried the “admitting your weaknesses and fixing them” route and it has always been an utter failure.)
Anyhow, filing. The main point of interest here is that i finally realized that having a filing system in your office is for organized people. It is not for people who create mountains of paper inside their door. So we have taken the filing to the mail, because clearly we do not take the mail to the filing. So, we have a file box and a recycle box directly inside the front door. i have also realized that file folders that tell you what is in them are also for organized people – mine need to tell me what the hell i’m supposed to do with all that paper as well, so everything is labelled not only “dogs” or “house” but also “scan” “replace” or “keep”. It’s a bit embarrassing to get direction from inanimate objects, but it seems to be working. Oh, and anything that we need to deal with stays on top of the table (because, really, how else are we going to remember that it exists?).
Other than that, it’s just a matter of doing it. I’ve been taking the house piece by piece with a pile of boxes and bags – “donate” “trash” “recycle” and then “stuff that has a place and needs to be put away” and “stuff that i don’t even know where it goes”. The first four categories are easy to deal with. The last so far just serves the purpose of getting all the place-less stuff in one place instead of all over the house – well, that and not sidetracking me trying to figure out what to do with xyz doodad. At some point, though, we will have to deal with it.
Overall i am really pleased with how it’s going – noting that i am terrified to deal with our craft supplies, and i have resigned myself somewhat to the kid shit (As foster kids, everything of theirs goes home with them – an important rule to keep shitty foster parents in line, but a bit excessive also. That and we are storing things like outgrown clothes and toys they’re too young for for future kids, and we have a lot of kid stuff just sitting in boxes.)
don't know where this is from, but it feels true. it's a good thing our kids are cute.
I love election day; it has an energy about it.
I am also, of course, dreading it – but mostly on a local scale. So, here’s to voting – you did vote, yes? And here’s to turning on our television again and to seeing if i still have the energy to stay up for the results (am i aging? oh dear).
-Wilma, Fred, BamBam and Pebbles, and Dino(saur).
Jamie found this a few days ago. It makes me giddy, still.
I have to brag on my boys.
This story is secondhand, as Jamie does most of the carting the kids about to various appointments. In this particular case, they were there with their sister, who is in another foster home, and her current foster sister and foster mom. Clear as mud? So the score is two parents, two two-year-old girls, and our boys (two and three).
After a few hours in a waiting room (and a number of other interesting forms of entertainment, such as making 9-year-olds cry) the girls decided to entertain themselves by pouring their chips on the floor and jumping on them, at which point Meathead marched over with his best angry face (and really, no one does angry face better) and yelled “NO!”. Mowgli followed up with “Make mess. Go timeout!”
I’m so proud. Being a hardass has it’s merits.
Man, sometimes i feel like an asshole, though. Of course, the only other person we know raising toddlers is also the only person who doesn’t think we are too hard on them. Coincidence?
"Lovers' Eyes" - Mumford & Sons (Jamie loves me; you can see this by my new CD)
In light of a bit more time to get to know the kids, and a new and truly awful haircut, i would like to properly introduce our boys:
The younger – the name is entirely the fault of the unfortunate haircut. We have been considering a leather helmet for him. Of course, his toddler pudge, angry face, bow-legged toddler swagger, slightly outgrown clothing, and grunt-point form of communication all play beautifully into the stereotype.
The elder – name coming from propensity to careen through muddy yard in a diaper or less waving sticks. Also, because the above may cross the line about no photos (and check that facial expression).
So, what i really wanted to do right now was post a 10-second video that i find, perhaps unreasonably, hysterical.
But since wordpress is extraordinarily picky about embedding video, i am instead going to direct you to the whole damn thing, which, while politically curious, is kind of a pain in the ass, because what you really need to do is watch the last ten seconds of this Rachel Maddow clip:
Oh, it just makes my day.