Chaos, Couches, and Complaints
My couch is sitting in the middle of my living room and not in a cute way.
It is shoved into the tiny walkway in my 600 square foot apartment because I bought a TRX so that I could work out at home but there isn't any room to use it unless I move the couch.
But the couch has nowhere to go.
So I'm currently turning sideways and shuffling to get to my kitchen. My dog literally just jumps across the top of furniture because there is no floor space.
Speaking of dogs, I just found mine eating the bathroom trash. Seriously. Gross.
In other news, I've been sleeping on the other sofa's twin pull-out bed for two weeks. Do I not have a real bed? No, I have a real king-sized bed in the other room, the room I am not using apparently. For a month I was waking up with back pain (the bed is less than three years old), so I moved beds. Now I sleep in the living room.
Speaking of sleep, I couldn't tell you the last time I slept a whole night through. In fact, I can remember two good nights of sleep in the last six months. Why don't I sleep? I don't know. I fall asleep, I just wake up 10 times a night. Unless I am at the farm and then I take approximately six naps in two days.
Oh the farm. The farm is a cruel competitor for Jeff's attention. Time off isn't really a thing during the summer on a farm and being 7 hours apart just sucks. Most of the time I can be understanding. Sometimes I just want to be mad.
Basically everything is chaos in my life right now. Organized chaos, but chaos nonetheless.
If I was a recipe it would include a bit of stress, tons of doctor's appointments, a heavy dose of Netflix marathons, and an abnormal balance of healthy eating and ice cream for dinner.
I keep waiting for things to normalize or for all of the chaos to disappear and the "happily ever after" part of my life to begin, but perhaps the chaos doesn't end. I always think the grass is greener somewhere else, but maybe it isn't.
Perhaps I have to choose to find levity in challenges, laughter in frustration, and joy in any season.
Perhaps I just need to bake a pie and eat it for dinner on my couch-bed while watching Friends.
It is all about balance, I suppose.
It is shoved into the tiny walkway in my 600 square foot apartment because I bought a TRX so that I could work out at home but there isn't any room to use it unless I move the couch.
But the couch has nowhere to go.
So I'm currently turning sideways and shuffling to get to my kitchen. My dog literally just jumps across the top of furniture because there is no floor space.
Speaking of dogs, I just found mine eating the bathroom trash. Seriously. Gross.
In other news, I've been sleeping on the other sofa's twin pull-out bed for two weeks. Do I not have a real bed? No, I have a real king-sized bed in the other room, the room I am not using apparently. For a month I was waking up with back pain (the bed is less than three years old), so I moved beds. Now I sleep in the living room.
Speaking of sleep, I couldn't tell you the last time I slept a whole night through. In fact, I can remember two good nights of sleep in the last six months. Why don't I sleep? I don't know. I fall asleep, I just wake up 10 times a night. Unless I am at the farm and then I take approximately six naps in two days.
Oh the farm. The farm is a cruel competitor for Jeff's attention. Time off isn't really a thing during the summer on a farm and being 7 hours apart just sucks. Most of the time I can be understanding. Sometimes I just want to be mad.
Basically everything is chaos in my life right now. Organized chaos, but chaos nonetheless.
If I was a recipe it would include a bit of stress, tons of doctor's appointments, a heavy dose of Netflix marathons, and an abnormal balance of healthy eating and ice cream for dinner.
I keep waiting for things to normalize or for all of the chaos to disappear and the "happily ever after" part of my life to begin, but perhaps the chaos doesn't end. I always think the grass is greener somewhere else, but maybe it isn't.
Perhaps I have to choose to find levity in challenges, laughter in frustration, and joy in any season.
Perhaps I just need to bake a pie and eat it for dinner on my couch-bed while watching Friends.
It is all about balance, I suppose.
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