Thursday, May 21, 2009
With about two months to go until Gemma makes her debut, I am finally coming into a nesting period. This usually begins with my noticing how unaesthetic my home is. The stains on the carpet look unbearably gross. I suddenly notice the spot behind the toilet where my mop doesn't reach. Every little fingerprint on the doorjambs is repulsive to me. And the clutter in various areas of my home are enough to drive me to despair.
Although I haven't the energy and even less of the organizational genius of my friend, Marilyn, I am trying to make some headway in a few areas, and I will concentrate on these for the next two months.
1) I want to have some kind of a plan in place for the coming school year. Not so much a daily lesson plan as a weekly schedule with some monthly or 6-week goals in mind. I pretty much have all my curriculum for the coming year, now I just need a realistic plan to go with it. Realistic is the operative word here. As with gardening, I always show too much enthusiasm at the beginning of the season, and as time wears on the weeds and mosquitos do me in.
2) I want to write up a post-partum menu plan for a month. I want to include pre-made frozen meals, simple crock-pot meals and a few simple recipes and not-too-unhealthy convenience foods in the plan.
3) I want to tidy up the office and find places for the countless bits of paper. This is really a herculean task, as I must shamefacedly admit that my "filing system" since we moved here and since Gabriel's birth has been an inbox with no outbox. It is the epitome of simplicity--until the time comes that you are searching for that one piece of paper you need!
4) Put various items that are sitting around here up for sale on Craigslist or eBay or Cathswap. It would be nice to get rid of clutter and make a little money at the same time.
5) Clean the oven. Enough said.
6) Some of the fun stuff: wash infant clothes, order diapers and covers and whatnot (I think am going to go with cloth this time around, although I have doubts about the sanity of that decision), make room for the baby in our bedroom, etc.
From where I sit like a slug, devoid of life but for a few vital signs, it seem hopelessly ambitious. Normally it wouldn't seem like much, but I suppose age has a lot to do with it. And really awful varicose veins in my left leg. Luckily I never had great legs, even at 20, so it is only painful, but not much of a blow to my vanity.
It's 8:30. Bedtime. G'night all.