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Thursday, March 09, 2006The Definition of ChaosPlain and simple: Chaos equals taking on two redecorating projects at the same time. Yes, we really are doing just that. We're painting the girls' bedroom and completely re-doing our family room (paint, carpeting, windows, the works). Ugh. Double ugh. Actually, I'm a redecorating junkie. I love painting rooms fresh, new colors (though I vastly prefer watching Eric painting rooms fresh, new colors). I love the look and feel of new linens and the crispness of new curtains. I adore taking before-and-after photos. Heck, I'm known to sit in the middle of a freshly redecorated room and just...grin. For some reason, though, this two-projects-at-once thing has got me in a tailspin. My family room is fractured (do you know how disturbing it is to sit on pieces of a sectional that aren't lined up properly? no? ....is it me?). My girls' bedroom is a life sentence of spackle-the-walls (I swear they have jousting matches and throw thick shards of metal around in there when I'm not looking). And my annoying mental list of things-to-purchase, such as curtain rods and floor lamps, is pressing against the inside of my skull with increasing force. Do people have nervous breakdowns over things like this? Okay, I'm being a little dramatic. Or maybe I'm just making excuses for not blogging or doing any "real" writing for way too long. Fact is, I'm frustrated because I don't have enough mental energy to do everything that I want and need to do. It isn't about a lack of time; I live a relatively simple life and my schedule is far from overbooked. It's seriously a problem of not-enough-energy-in-my-mind. Am I weird? Or is this just another "artiste" thing? I think I just need more chocolate. Eric, are you reading this? I. Need. Chocolate. In the meantime, you can all contribute to my insatiable need for fine chocolate by visiting The Cocoa Tree and ordering me as many truffles as your hearts desire. Sorry, your gift of chocolate is not tax-deductible. Instead, your name will be scratched into the bare drywall of my third-floor office. I will gaze thankfully at your name while I eat the chocolate, and I will think fondly of you when, some day, I am busy spackling the carved-up walls in here, in preparation for yet another redecorating job. (I broke out in hives just then.) Till next time! |
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I am: Mother to five stunningly individualistic children... Writer of young adult fantasy... Passionate advocate for Women At Home... Madly in love with my husband... In need of Organic Gourmet Chocolate on a regular basis. I've got a Paypal account if you'd like to contribute to the cause....
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4of my readers are feeling chatty:
Your sequential side is showing again! I couldn't do it. I'd go on vacation and come back when it was done!
I suffer artiste brain all the time. There are many a day that I come home from work and have no mental energy for anything.
Its like a big wad of cotton inside my skull
I know the feeling as well. There can be times at the end of a rough day when the body is great, but the mind is already in bed.
You are a hoot, my friend.
You know, I think it must be a virus or somthing. I have some spare time on hand, but I have no energy to do anything - nada - nothing. I just want to hang out in my comfy chair and stare at the wall (that wall has a mega huge picture of San Carlos' beach at sunset). I want to go there right now - but with all the changes in my life, it is not happing...So, i know what you mean. You need refreshment my friend - mental refreshment...
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