exhaustion

So yeah.  Need I say more?  We are in the house. I spent yesterday before teaching completely cleaning and unpacking the kitchen.  I still can’t find most of my dishes.  We have a dishwasher!!!!  My first ever, although I’m not sure how well it works.  In further crazy previous owner stories – they took the cutlery caddy out of the washer so we have to wash all the cutlery by hand.  So, I still get to wash dishes by hand and not miss that joy.  I don’t actually mind it too much – I’ve been doing it for so many years, it’s just second nature.

In even further crazy previous owner stories, they took the closet rods (you know, the one you hang clothes on?) out of the closet in the master bedroom, so all our clothes have to be hung down the hall.  This will be fine as soon as I do it, which I’m supposed to be doing instead of typing this.  I want to do it because I’ve been wearing the same thing to teach in every day since all that is unpacked is a suitcase full of clothes.  Plus, nothing of my previous life (pre-pregnancy) clothes fits… YET.   But in strange “Well-I-guess-that-works-out” things, the closet minus rods is big enough to put the baby change table with all his clothes and put his bed in it.  So he’ll have a little en suite room so I don’t have to walk down the hall to feed him in the middle of the night.

Ha!  Lord Smeer King of the Suburb!!  So Smeer has never been allowed to go outside.  When we got him in Toronto, we lived 4 floors up, so the balcony, sure, but nothing more than that.  In Ottawa, the house was only separated from the street by a narrow sidewalk – too close for Smeery comfort.  On 30th street, here, there were 3 roads (1 street, 2 alleys) which is too much cat-smacking potential for me.  So here I am in this house typing to you all and there is this all-mighty ruckus of a murder of crows outside the window.  Hmm, I think, wonder what’s gotten in to them.  So I look out the window in time to see crows flinging themselves every which way out of the path of a bounding orange streak that is pouncing through the underbrush.  No, I think, it can’t be.  So I go outside and call and he comes shamefacedly, because I embarrassed him in front of the birds.  Not sure how he got out, but apparently he is just fine to wander around outside here!  Now I just have to get used to the idea!  (My little Smeery is growing up so fast! ha ha)

Now, off to do battle with the closet!!

wb