This week - well, ok, technically two weeks, but whatever- I painted my little heart out. I also packed even more boxes, installed new flooring in one of the big storage rooms in the basement instead of the original and rather frightening linoleum, and managed to fill the house so completely with projects-in-progress that we literally can not eat at the dining room table. Or near the table. Or even on most of the main floor, if you want to get really picky.
I'm trying not to stress out about it, but my type-A brain has definite objections to living in a state of flux. We're also kicking ourselves a lot and wondering why we didn't make some of these improvements 5 years ago when we moved in so we could have enjoyed them ourselves. (I know the answer to that: my sidekick was 7 months old at the time, and then we just got distracted.)
It looks like The House may have sold out from under us, but it hasn't been completely confirmed yet. We're scouting other possibilities just in case. Anywhere on the island and more importantly, out of Quebec, is a step in the right direction. Google "Pastagate" with "Pauline Marois" if you want to see the most ridiculous piece of separatist nonsense ever.
In really good news, I will be writing all over the web in the near future. As of March, I will be a regular contributor for: Pre-K and K Sharing (book and a go-along art/craft), So You Call Yourself a Homeschooler (hands-on math and hands-on science/nature study), B-Inspired Mama (arts and crafts). This is on top of the ones I am already contributing to: Mummyology (whatever crosses my sleep deprived brain each week), Serenity You (occasional pretty things), and of course my weekly nature study class on SchoolhouseTeachers.com. Because selling a house and moving across the country wasn't exciting enough.
So if you're missing me while we're packing and living in a state of complete and utter chaos, please come visit! I'll let you know as they go live.
Thank you for your continued comment love and patience! I promise I'll get back to showing you my pouting and dramatic pre-teen's schoolwork, and blurry shots of my kindergarten sidekick leaping through the frame, very soon.
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