I believe I have a condition that I have dubbed “Absentee Blogitis”. If you’re reading this, it’s likely on accident. And if you follow me and for some crazy reason you actually subscribe to this blog, you likely never truly believe I’m a real live person. I post a new this or that about twice a year (on a really diligent year), and it’s nothing short of a miracle when I get something posted that I’m happy enough with to actually click the “Publish Post” button. I have loads of half-started posts just laying around on my dashboard, but I’m pretty sure that’s where they’ll stay.
Anyway, we just moved to Upstate New York- I know, right? Insane. It’s a blast. I love the countryside, I love the people, I love the wings. So far, no negatives except that my husband got struck down by scarlet fever when we rolled into town. Okay, maybe it was the just the flu, but it felt like it was scarlet fever.
So I was all unpacking the house by myself because I didn’t want to invite anyone into our germ kingdom and spread around sickness, and with an invalid husband moaning on the couch and two kids, it meant I would unpack half a box, tell one of them to stop playing with the bleach bottle, cutlery set, or other hazardous items, while trying to outrun the other one before they escaped out the back door. Childproofing doesn’t just come with any house, so clearly I had my hands full.
It’s hard to believe we’ve been here for the last couple of weeks already. Time flies when you’re out of breath, but now that my Main Squeeze is feeling healthy again, and the house is moderately safe for the Littles, I started to realize that I have some serious tasks ahead of me. With all of the insanity of getting here on the front end of a virus, and getting to know our new incredible church community (which, for the record, has to be one of the most genuine, loving and welcoming group of people I have ever encountered), it’s dawned on me that I have to make some serious efforts toward organizing my life.
And not just that I need a routine and all of that. That’s important, but I mean literal organizing. No joke, I unpacked boxes that were packed by an individual who shall remain nameless, where half the stuff should have wound up in the trash can back in Kansas City. I hate trash. I hate trash almost as much as I hate the fact that I am terrible at getting stains out of laundry.
As a type A person, having half-unpacked boxes sitting around with no pictures on the walls and stacks of dozens upon dozens of books all over the living room with no bookcases to put them in is enough to send me to my dark place.
So this is what I’m going to do. I’m going to go on one of my kicks. Now, if you’ve followed me or know me at all, this is something that I do at least once a year. I find something I really care about learning or doing, and then attempt to document it here. It usually starts because I get all fired up to learn a new skill- like with gardening. Or because I’m on a creative rampage- like with cake making. Actually, the cake thing is more than a kick. I really did turn it into what could have been a very successful enterprise….and I still might.
Anyway, I’m going to post some pictures, write some blurbs, and throw a new category on here (because that’s how I roll). And you can see the progress of how things unfold to make Carrie’s World a more organized and fluid world.