Just a bit of an update.
I am starting to feel more at home here. Except in the basement, living room and dining room. I've only been in the basement to do laundry. I hope that changes soon, because if I don't start arranging my three rooms of creative space I fear someone else will take it over. As far as the living areas of the basement goes, SOMEONE has made himself at home, as I keep picking up cups, empty containers and other debris. The living room and dining room need a bit more living and dining going on before it will feel like 'mine'. I'm hosting a bridal shower for my niece this weekend, so that might help too.
Famke is doing very well. She is filling out rather nicely, and I noticed no yellow tones to her skin yesterday. She sees the doctor again on Wednesday.
My mom continues to have good parts of the day and bad parts of the day. Yesterday northern sister and brother-in-law stopped over after having had dinner with them. They reported all to be well. My southern sister came shortly after, and said that when she arrived she found my mom wandering around the parking lot looking for my dad. Dad was in the basement watching a ball game. I doubt that their condo development will go for adding invisible fencing, so we will have to come up with a 'plan b' in the very near future.
THGGM is still working like a mad man around here. I am still unpacking boxes. Pantry organization is in progress. This weekend we bought all those little household items that were necessary to this house.
Our bedroom and the guest room have been pronounced finished. The outside awnings have been painted, and shutters are being added.
Both main floor bathrooms have wallpaper in different degress of 'peeledoffedness'. If I don't get it done in time for the shower, I will simply paint on the walls 'picture this white'.
I've added a new symptom to my long list of physical complaints. Friday night while THGGM and I were out and about, I mentioned to him that it hurt to turn my neck to the right. I chalked this up to having held a tiny baby all week while lovingly staring into her dreamy eyes. Well. I do not think that is what it was. Saturday morning I woke up and could hardly move. As the day wore on it got a little better. Sunday I woke up almost immobile. It took much longer and a few rounds of an anti-inflammatory to get me moving. By afternoon I could move without wincing. Seriously, it feels like every joint is involved - except for my knees. Which, one would think since at least one of them always hurts that they would join in the party too.
It is THGGM who has been dangling from ladders, trimming trees, painting inside and out - but he feels fine. Could the difference between being 48 and 49 really be that great? I think not.
Anyway.
Jonge has learned something new. Oldest Son taught him a magic trick. He puts a tiny ball in his hand, and then puts the hand with the ball behind his back and holds the empty hand out to his side while hunching up his shoulders in a 'where is it?' sort of pose. Next he pulls the hand with the ball out from behind him. That's your clue to clap. Clap good and long.
I am starting to feel more at home here. Except in the basement, living room and dining room. I've only been in the basement to do laundry. I hope that changes soon, because if I don't start arranging my three rooms of creative space I fear someone else will take it over. As far as the living areas of the basement goes, SOMEONE has made himself at home, as I keep picking up cups, empty containers and other debris. The living room and dining room need a bit more living and dining going on before it will feel like 'mine'. I'm hosting a bridal shower for my niece this weekend, so that might help too.
Famke is doing very well. She is filling out rather nicely, and I noticed no yellow tones to her skin yesterday. She sees the doctor again on Wednesday.
My mom continues to have good parts of the day and bad parts of the day. Yesterday northern sister and brother-in-law stopped over after having had dinner with them. They reported all to be well. My southern sister came shortly after, and said that when she arrived she found my mom wandering around the parking lot looking for my dad. Dad was in the basement watching a ball game. I doubt that their condo development will go for adding invisible fencing, so we will have to come up with a 'plan b' in the very near future.
THGGM is still working like a mad man around here. I am still unpacking boxes. Pantry organization is in progress. This weekend we bought all those little household items that were necessary to this house.
Our bedroom and the guest room have been pronounced finished. The outside awnings have been painted, and shutters are being added.
Both main floor bathrooms have wallpaper in different degress of 'peeledoffedness'. If I don't get it done in time for the shower, I will simply paint on the walls 'picture this white'.
I've added a new symptom to my long list of physical complaints. Friday night while THGGM and I were out and about, I mentioned to him that it hurt to turn my neck to the right. I chalked this up to having held a tiny baby all week while lovingly staring into her dreamy eyes. Well. I do not think that is what it was. Saturday morning I woke up and could hardly move. As the day wore on it got a little better. Sunday I woke up almost immobile. It took much longer and a few rounds of an anti-inflammatory to get me moving. By afternoon I could move without wincing. Seriously, it feels like every joint is involved - except for my knees. Which, one would think since at least one of them always hurts that they would join in the party too.
It is THGGM who has been dangling from ladders, trimming trees, painting inside and out - but he feels fine. Could the difference between being 48 and 49 really be that great? I think not.
Anyway.
Jonge has learned something new. Oldest Son taught him a magic trick. He puts a tiny ball in his hand, and then puts the hand with the ball behind his back and holds the empty hand out to his side while hunching up his shoulders in a 'where is it?' sort of pose. Next he pulls the hand with the ball out from behind him. That's your clue to clap. Clap good and long.
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Oh my...I'm hoping you're not getting hit with fibromyalgia! A former neighbor of mine had that and had days where she could barely move, too, and every joint and muscle in her body ached. Might be worth checking in to!
at my last party, I scribbled in pencil on my bathroom wall, alongside many trial paint splotches for colour....
"I totally planned that".
Hope your body feels better soon. I bet a lot of that could be from your scrunched neck, baby holding position. Do you ever see a chiropractor?
You have had quite the... interesting past few days. Well done on not going crazy. And I totally relate to your deleted post too. My whole body aches too... but since I am only 31 I am chalking it up to the fact that I have 3 young kids who are all conspiring together to keep me from ever sleeping again. Have a great day!
Kris - My dearest friend of all time has Fibromyalgia. I do not want that, for certain.
Joyce - The bathroom will not be finished in time. I will try your idea.
Tara - I caught up on sleep that semester my three were all living on the same campus. There is hope, I tell you!
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