Our house is a very, very,very fine house.. with two cats in the yard.. (C'mon! Sing with meeeee.) There isn't a song about having two bathrooms in a house is there? That's too bad because we now have two. What a luxury. No more potty dancing outside the bathroom door saying "please hurrrrrrrrrry."
Today is the first day I am alone in our new home. In fact it's the first day I'll be alone period in over three weeks after having my daughter here for so long. I'm a little (lot) nervous. I don't know what I'm going to do all day. No routine has been established here yet. Maybe I could take a minute to see what a Kettlebell is.
I can't believe how much time I used to spend at my computer every day. Now that I'm not at it so much I have all this free time. The problem is that I don't have anything new to fill the time. Sure there's a few projects I could do around here that might take up an hour or two. Maybe. The hall still needs to be painted but Mr. Skittles has to spackle it first.
True confession time. I'm smoking again. That's one of the reasons I'm on the porch so much. No smelly lit cigarette will ever enter our new home. Yeah, I want to try quitting again. Of course I do. So does Mr. Skittles. I just have to psyche myself into it again. I'll know when I'm ready and when I am I will quit again. (And again and again if necessary.) I'm not being hard on myself for starting back up though. Like I read on a baby bib.. Spit Happens.
I keep thinking I'll chronicle my panic and anxiety problems stemming from moving but I never know how to start or how to explain it if I did start. I am beginning to think a med change is in my future. We'll see at my next appointment. If only I could find my appointment card..