Dear Candace,
You know that feeling of rising early on a cold, dark January morning and getting a few quiet hours of accomplishment in before the kids wake up?
Me neither.
I suspect I’m still experiencing holiday hangover-all the company, traveling, and late nights has affected me. I’m not besties with my alarm right now. In fact, I’ve gotten really good at turning it off and not realizing I’ve done so. Then I wake up much later than I intended, with a jolt, as if I’ve forgotten something important. It’s a case of my left hand not knowing what my right hand is doing. Literally.
I’m seriously considering moving my alarm far enough away so I have to physically get up in order to turn it off. That sounds like a lot of potential for accidental self-injury, though. I can’t risk another badly stubbed toe. I’m still commiserating over my last toe injury. Update: I don’t think I’m going to lose the nail, after all. No pastel nail polish for me; it’s all deep purple and blue shades the next couple months.
I should invest in one of those wake-lights. The kind that slowly bathes the room in a glorious, warm light, simulating a sunrise as the distant sound of ocean waves fills your waking consciousness. Perhaps a bowl of sand on my nightstand will add to the affect.
This reminds me of The Barisieur! Remember? It’s only the best invention ever-a bedside alarm clock which, besides having great style, synchronizes with the alarm settings to brew a cup of drip coffee right by your sleepy head. I’ve been following the project probably too obsessively since its inception. Apparently I’m not the only one who would love to wake up to coffee brewed directly on my nightstand since the kickstarter was a success. It can still be pre-ordered before it debuts fall 2017! I wonder if my husband knows this?
I’m rearranging the living room again. When Linda* was here, I began asking for her advice on what kind of book storage I should put in the one remaining usable corner (floating shelves? bookcase?) and by the end of the conversation we had moved and readjusted a few small pieces around the room that had been bothering me in their current placement.
There’s not a lot you can do in a small rectangular space lined with windows and door openings and only one spot for the piano, but I’m tweaking it again. Tweak.
Linda and Naomi** both encouraged me to choose white storage over black since it will tie in better with the rest of the room. It’s so agreeable when people tell you exactly what you want to hear. I’m feeling desperate about organizing the rest of our books. They need to get OUT of the basement.
Drew’s birthday is here! 10! The party last week for him and Sophie was perfect. What happened? We blinked, and now they’re both a decade old and reading fine literature.*** He wants homemade chicken pot pie for family dinner. My kids never pick easy stuff like frozen pizza for their birthday food. It’s all elaborate “steak with 6 sides and let us toast with sparkling juice” kind of meals.
Christmas tree is still up. Almost set Drew’s gifts underneath it.
Come inspect my living room when it’s done,
Rachel
*my sister-in-law
**my sister
***A Series of Unfortunate Events, Elephant & Piggie books, THE BIBLE
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Loving these posts, Rachel!