Amelia's Room's Progress

Baby steps are being taken. Very little ones.

Despite the fact that we have a little house, and we haven’t really been there that long, we have a lot of crap. To make room we have to sell stuff, which might be in item on my ‘To Do’ list for a (little) while…

After many, reminders from P, that were met with glares, sighs, excuses &/or growls… I finally got stuff posted on craigslist. Unfortunately, the only thing that sold was the one thing that didn’t matter if it sold. Figures. It is unreasonably hard to sell pretty much new furniture without losing a crap ton of money. It’s one thing if you have years of use out of it, it’s really lame when its mostly sat around catching dust and holding crap. Sigh.

Anyone want to buy an overpriced desk? Or nightstand?

We decided to begin moving the office anyway, so now Hubby’s computer has been relocated into the living room. Now, even though he is a head turn away from the ginormous TV, he still sits at his computer and watches HULU. Makes me giggle, silly boy. I also made him scoot the heavy overpriced desk that I used about a dozen times to the middle of the room so that I can at least get some painting done.

Thanks to Pinterest (hopefully this time it won’t come back to bite me in the butt, although I’m a little scared that I did…), I have what I want to do all picked out.

Rather than the blue & green, I’m replacing the shades of blue with purple. And instead of white, I’m keeping the former owners really pale green nursery color. All those stripes should be fun… I figure about 25% of the way done with taping and I’ll be ready to put my head through the wall. I don’t think my perfectionist tendencies are going to help me in this situation. I have my spacing figured out. Now to go ALL the way around the room & paint… and then tape some more… then paint some more…

The Plan...eep!

Volunteers are welcome. Just come prepared to deal with a perfectionist dragon lady J

Third Trimester Slow Down

First of all, I’d like to say it is not a myth. I had started to feel pretty good, I was back to doing yoga regularly, I didn't have to take a nap daily to function & my heartburn was few and far between. Unfortunately, my glorious reprieve came to a screeching halt.

I feel like I live in one of those 5-hour Energy commercials “Do you get the 3:30 feeling?” HECK YEAH, I DO! About that time every day I REALLY start to drag. Yawning, watery eyes, fuzzy brain. My productivity goes down the toilet.

I have come home, trying NOT to nap and just need to sit down a minute and take my shoes off. Next thing I know, I’ve got a kink in my neck and the clock has mysteriously jumped forward. Other days I just give up the fight & climb in bed, knowing even if I did try and accomplish anything I would just do a crap job anyway.

The falling asleep after work has really put a cramp in my yoga again too. Hard to get motivation to go or I wake up and it’s already started. Or I just forget… (I might do a lot of forgetting)

Luckily, while my heartburn is back, it is not caused by the food I eat. It happens when my stomach is empty. Doesn’t help with controlling my “Dragon Lady” as P like to call me when I’m hungry (or grumpy, or tired or annoyed…) In her best interest it’s only brought up after the Dragon has been appeased, which she normally does by keeping my candy stash very well stocked.