I just love our CSA. I am still working my way through the box from a week and a half ago. I made some pickled beets this weekend and am currently making some celeriac soup (seriously, the ugliest vegetable EVER). We have winter turnips, potatoes and tons of carrots left. I’m in desperate need of ideas for carrots!
The past few nights I have been in bed awake until 1 or 2 in the morning. Last night it was because our neighbors were being loud (and then having loud wall banging sex….great), two nights ago because E was awake for 2 hours because of our neighbors. And now, our floor is once again vibrating listening to some music that these people feel they have to listen to loudly or just not at all.
Maybe I can’t sleep because I am so incredibly unhappy in our current home. How can it even be called a home when we can’t even sleep, be on the computer without having to listen to music we ourselves would never listen to.
Now that I know we are moving, I want to move now. I don’t want to wait. I want to get out of this house and into a better place. Is there even such a thing?
I am reading yet another book about being at stay at home mother. Sometimes it takes me reading these books to put a different spin on my life or even realize that other women are out there feeling the same thing. I tell myself often that I am so happy to be raising E. I wouldn’t want anyone else doing it. Yet, as discussed in this book I’m reading, the days that are great are amazing. The days that are terrible are truly awful.
E has been exploring his voice recently and has discovered he can do this shrilly scream. He tests this out while at stores waiting in line, driving, at home, it seems pretty often that he’s doing this. I’d like to think that he’s just realizing the different sounds he can make. I really don’t want to think he’s entering the defiant stage. So for now, I have stuck with ignoring the shrilly scream. I’m not sure that’s what I really want to be doing, but it’s all I can be consistent with now.
Yet we are on the verge of the defiant time. Just the other day E didn’t get his way, so he threw the toy he was holding, started screaming and ran down the hallway. We just let him do it. But of course, A and I looked at each other with the “Oh no-here it comes” look.
