Brain Dump

Hello from Charlottesville, on a chilly, rainy Friday.

kids held by their dad=always cute

kids held by their dad, looking over his shoulder=always cute

Some things.  In no particular order:

1.  There is an entire category of things that happen to people because they are old.  I noticed these things in my 20’s, from a safe distance.  “Old” was far away.  Here are a few examples:

  • joint pain or a bad knee just because [not due to- say- a recent soccer injury]
  • “I don’t sleep well when I’m not in my own bed”
  • taking a long time to get over a cold
  • “sleeping in” means 7:45 (whaaaaat? in what universe???)
  • drinking coffee black

I’m 37 and a few of these things are coming true in my life.  What would  you add to the list?

2.  My husband arrives back in town tonight.  He’s been gone for ten of the last twelve days.  He took the boys with him for seven of those days, and his parents had them while he worked.

I missed the boys, and also tried to take advantage of their absence.  It was fun to enjoy a quiet house and get some home’ish things done.  I did stuff like trade out all the summer clothes for winter clothes, hang curtain rods and new curtains, and eat cereal for dinner.  I got rid of five bags of clothes.  I don’t know why I enjoy that feeling so much, but I do.  Finishing things- even finishing with clothes- feels nice.

I tried to refer back to my own rules about kids’ clothes, because sometimes I am really smart and totally know how to do things.

free shirt.  go hoos go!

free shirt. go hoos go!

3.  It has been raining for at least seventy two weeks straight and I am considering something like this light.  I did that month of getting outside a couple of years ago, but that’s not a great option with a dumb old hurricane sweeping through.  Maybe a “happy light” will help me feel peppier in this dreary weather.  (Although, by the time the light arrives the sun will probably be out again.  And then you’ll read about me purging the light as clutter.)

It seems like a nice little gizmo for winter days.  But essential oils seemed nice too and I’m not positive they have helped much.  (Though they certainly haven’t hurt…except the initial cost of the oils).  Anyone care to weigh in on a “happy light”?

4.   One of the best and most practical things my husband has taught me is how to install drywall anchors.  I used to put up curtain rods or pictures with just nails or screws and hope they didn’t come crashing down.  But I opted for drywall anchors that can support a small elephant when I put the curtain rods up last week (see number 2).  Sure enough, Chicken came in from school and immediately tugged the heck out of those drapes and piddly screws would have ripped out of the wall.  Yay for drywall anchors!  Tug away, kids.

The drywall anchor thing came to a head several houses/apartments ago when I was impatient for my husband to hang crap up for me.  Nagging and impatience didn’t motivate him [shocker].  He finally just taught me how to do it, in the name of “teaching a man to fish” and all of that.  Power tools are my friend now.

5.  Two years ago this was in full swing.  The Monkey continues to do very well, with no lingering effects of the tumor or the brain surgery.  If it weren’t for the memories it is as if it did not happen, health-wise.  Goodness upon goodness.


gob: beeeeees? lindsey: no, beads! gob: bees? bzzzzzzz! -arrested development

6.  Imagine my shock and horror to see this sly creature in our back yard recently.  Scared the crap out of me.  It just sat there, all calm and patient, watching our lovely little bunny hop around as innocent as a bunny does, when he doesn’t know he is going to be eaten later.



I immediately took to the interwebs and asked facebook what to do.  (Fb is the new google, btw.)  The responses were not heartening, though several friends offered to come pee in my yard “if that would help”.  (Pee to scare the fox away?  And/or scare me into staying in my house for the rest of the week?  Both/and.)

George the bunny still lives, but that is because we bring him in every night.  This falls under the category of “unsustainable”.   Meanwhile, a friend texted me a “Fox News Alert” (hehehehe) that one of her chickens had gotten foxed the other night.  We are all just sitting ducks here, as far as I can tell.  George won’t last a night out there.

hashtag save george.

hashtag save george.

7.  Lists are supposed to be in odd numbers.  Happy Friday!


Brain Dump


1. I love that warmer temps are here. Is it safe to put all the snow gear back up in the attic? Because I did.


2. I am reading The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, which will surprise no one. *Home management nerd-alert*

Basic premise is that you handle everything in your home (like- actually touch it and hold it) and determine if that object “sparks joy”. If it does not- get rid of it. This is a bit of a flip-flop from other standard decluttering approaches where you look at what you don’t want/use/need and get rid of that. We’re looking at what we DO like. Keep that. Ditch the rest.

(Let’s talk about how fun it would be to handle every item in your closet when you are four months postpartum and still look the part. I am waiting on that part of the challenge. Nothing sparks joy in my closet. Nothing. I am trying to be patient with myself in this but it is hard sometimes.)

I particularly liked the first section of the book, where you are asked why you are reading this particular book. Why read a book about tidying and decluttering and organizing? Well. Here’s why (for me): I always feel like having less stuff makes life simpler and frees up more head space for more important things than…managing stuff. Namely, managing the stuff that has very little meaning. I hate realizing that I have spent lots of time sorting/cleaning/decluttering/putting away stuff that I don’t care about. Or even dislike.

It’s not like I am trying to write the great American novel over here, or find the cure for cancer, but surely I have better things to do with my time. Right?

No reason. Just because.

Lastly, I know not everyone is like this, but I have a harder time relaxing when there’s too much stuff out around me. (In my space, that is. I can relax alllll day long in your clutter. Swearsies.) Periodically I have to eliminate the source of brain hiccups.

3. This year I got the great idea to get my husband a juicer for Christmas. If you’ve ever gone out to eat with him, you will notice that whatever drink he orders is gone in a few minutes. He is a “drinks guy”. He has also been starting his day with smoothies for the past few months. So a juicer made sense! I was so excited! I found one on Craigslist for a good price. Done.

Roughly 17 carrots, two apples, and a bag of spinach later, we had one large glass of juice. And a ton of little parts to disassemble and clean. Merry Christmas, sug. Hope you enjoyed that $65 glass of juice. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

(The juicer no longer sparks joy. Per the books’ instructions, I will thank it for its service and release it to spark joy in someone else. Ha.)

4. Someone else has a pean-pow!

2015/03/img_2072.jpgDear Caleb Do you want to be pen pals with me? (And boxes for “yes” and “no”. And a picture of a t-rex.)

5. The boys have dug a hole in the back yard and have spent the past 45 minutes refilling water cups inside and filling the hole with water. They have not bickered. They have not fought. Yay for time outside! It is good for everyone.

Just Checking In

I’m not feeling witty or funny, but I do want to write. So.

Four kids. It is a lot of kids, all at once. The highs are high, the lows are quite low. Sometimes when I see all of them together it is just a heart explosion of perfection and loveliness. These kids. I can’t believe they are mine and that they are so awesome.

I mean:

So much love, the poor baby needed rescuing.

Other times- like every single time I am trying to get us out the door- I am thisclose to harming someone. Words are spoken that shall not be repeated. It gets ugly.


I am thankful we’ve had some really beautiful days lately. I think the postpartum hormones are doing their hormonal number on me. I started feeling down’ish last week. Sort of a flat, apathetic blahness that I can feel coming on. It’s a plane I hear circling and sometimes it lands for maybe an hour or even a whole afternoon or so. Then it sort of picks up and moves on. I was talking to my friend Caroline about it and she remarked that the good thing is that you know that it will likely move on. That’s the nature of postpartum hormones, for me at least. They come and go. So- I am thankful for the sunny days. They help move that plane along again.


I have a mental checklist I tick through, when I feel flat:

Sunshine (if possible)
Eat something good for me (I am killing brussel sprouts these days)
Take vitamins (I don’t know that these do a darn thing, except help me feel like I’m taking care of myself)
Drink water
Be with someone other than just my kids (I met my friend Megan at Sam’s Club one day. That counts. It made a world of difference.)

It’s a weird thing to feel so enraptured with my kids and my husband and my life one minute and like someone rolled over me with a steamroller and left a flattened version of myself, the next.

Ahhhh, hormones. You lovely beasts.

Cuter than a bag o’ kittens, as they say.*

(*No one actually says that.)