Okay, so: Hello internet. I see you still exist even when I go away for a week or two.
We have been running around like nutty whack-a-doos. Dave starts his new job in Portland *today.* Huge. This was the first big piece that needed to fall into place in order for us to move back to Portland. This was a job he really wanted, and one that where he will learn more about stuff he actually wants to know, which is pretty much the best thing you could hope for in a job. I even hemmed some new pants for his work wardrobe. See? I’m domestic. I was happy to do it. It worked out nice until I lost the needle I was using on the floor, and Dave stepped right on it. So the lesson, I guess, is that domesticity hurts.
I’m currently in Astoria, beginning to pack. We have a line on an apartment we want, and we should be getting that wrapped up early this week. That will be the next big piece to fall into place. We are looking in a neighborhood we’ve never lived in before, but should be really great for low-car life with two babies. We are fricken excited.
It’s a bit less space than our current place in Astoria, which is 1600 sq ft, with about 500 sq ft in closet space. But we are used to small spaces, and we still don’t have a lot of stuff. We are hoping to not go crazy with baby stuff. People roll their eyes about “baby stuff,” and remind us that babies just need SO MUCH STUFF.
I get where this idea comes from, but we are going to do our best to not fall into this trap. They are just going to be little blobby dudes for the first six months or so. They aren’t going to know how much “stuff” they “need.” We’ll just stumble into that and learn as we go. Also, I want to keep the baby stuff to a minimum because so much of it is fricken FUGLY.
So once the place is secured, I have to plan the movers and moving day, set up electricity, get internet, etc. All those moving tasks. Unlike sane people, I actually sort of like all the excitement of moving. There’s always enough time in between moves that I forget what a pain in the ass it is to move, and I only remember the excitement of exploring a new space. After about a year or so, I actually get itchy to move, even when I may like where I am. Perhaps I need therapy.
Anyway, we expect we won’t be such rolling stones once the babies come. The little buggers are probably going to make us settle down.
A few other things. I’m repainting this old chair. Remember that? I barely did, and it was staring me in the face every day. I had a vision for how I wanted this chair to look, a light blue-grey and soft white piping. I sanded it, then I primed it. Then six months went by. I don’t know what happened. I guess, you know, stuff happened. I think I got a taste of how big a pain in the ass this project was, and I procrastinated. It was like DIY and yoga combined.
A few weeks ago, I got a bug up my butt to finish this damned chair, especially knowing I’ve got little blobby dudes coming, and a rocking chair would be nice to, you know, rock them in.
However, after all the time that had passed, I was no longer inspired by the grey/white idea. I went back to the store and got a screaming bright sunny grass green. That is the color I am painting the old antique chair. I know many people would find this blasphemous. And you can imagine the shits I give about being blasphemous. I like the screaming bright sunny grass green. I love it, actually. It’s going to look awesome in the babies’ room.
As I was painting the chair yesterday, I noticed some old antique wads of gum stuck to the underside. I painted right over them. Come on. You would, too.
Finally, in this list-posing-as-a-blog-post, I tried on some maternity jeans that my mom got for me at Christmas. When I opened them, they were HUGE. HUUUUGE. I never thought I’d get so big that I actually would fit in them. I mean, I knew it would happen, because I was going to get HUUUUGE myself. But I was just in denial, looking at those enormous jeans.
I put them on this morning, and they now fit. The HUUUUGE jeans fit. They are loose, but comfortable. And for crap’s sake, I’m at 20 weeks. HALFWAY there. I might have to get HUUUUGER jeans. I’m going to have to shop at REI in the tent section to find something to wear.