Archive for March, 2017

Asking for Help

I was pretty proud of myself for fixing the toilet the other day – turns out I had only made more problems. I did fix the issue with the bolts connecting the tank to the bowl, but I made an issue with the valve and supply line.

We actually have an issue with two toilets and one sink in the house (I’m not quite sure how the previous owners lived in this house…). We decided we should call a pro to get it all fixed up right and not waste anymore time on it.

The important lesson here is to know when to ask for help. My pride and checkbook tell me I can probably do it myself, but I realize I need to check my ego and admit that I’d rather spend time with family then pulling toilets and sinks apart.

Bath Time Joy

We started putting Cece in the bathtub with my son and it has been amazing. First of all, both kids get clean in half of the time. Second, my daughter loves the tub and she loves being in it with Sully. We put her in yesterday and she went nuts, screaming and splashing with joy. It was the best. I didn’t want to end it, but after about 15 minutes, the water is cold and everybody is pruny.

The joy she exhibits is contagious. She loves going for walks in the stroller, so much so that she sits straight up and screams the whole time, in pure delight. I don’t get to see it firsthand, but Jess sends me videos of it.

What can we take that much joy in? What simple things are we missing out on the joy from?

Small Wins

I have realized it’s important for me to have wins, however small, on any given day. I really don’t like not having the parts or the skill to finish a task I started – it feels unsatisfying.

Now that we’ve moved into a new house, I encounter that problem dozens of times per day! When I find something I can finish and look at as an accomplishment, it’s a relief to have gotten something done.

Luckily, the hardware store and most other stores I could ever need are only 5 minutes away, whereas at our old house, they were about 15 minutes away.

Yesterday I repaired a non-functioning toilet, collected some useful items we left at the old house and hung the key holder that we use in the front closet. They are small, but they add up.

I also have to learn to accept when something can’t be finished by me or on that particular day.

Your Environment

It’s amazing how much the environment you live and work in affects what you do. If I put my running shoes next to my bed, I tend to run more often in the morning. If I leave my keys by the door, I tend to not forget them in the morning.

Right now, my treadmill isn’t in the right spot in the basement, so that tends to discourage me from running in the morning. It seems silly – I should just move it. These tiny, tiny obstacles can be huge and can impede lots of forward activity.

To be maximally productive, I need a workspace that has the information that I need nearby with not a lot of effort to obtain it, otherwise it can be slow down or even halt my progress on certain projects.

Out of Sorts

When you move your entire life to a new house, the first few times you do something, it feels really weird. I had that this morning getting up and getting ready for work.

I’m not used to hearing certain sounds, like a sump pump, cycling on and off. I’m not used to the pocket door in our bathroom that sticks and is hard to open. I’m not used to worrying about people falling down stairs, even though we installed a gate at the top. I’m not sure where to keep my keys, wallet, earbuds and work badge that I used to keep on a hook in my front closet.

I look forward to getting settled and into a routine again. Having to look for everything leads to so much mental energy wasted. This leads to feeling exhausted overall very quickly throughout the day.

 

New House

It was a weird first night. Where’s all our stuff? Where’s my toothbrush? Where’s the light switch? 

It takes a long time to figure out the new house and even longer to make it feel like home. I think that once memories are made here, that’s when it will feel like a home. 

I’m not going to let the little stuff overwhelm me, but rather enjoy the process and the newness of this house.

Moving Day

We’re moving! We’re actually waiting for the moving truck to arrive at the new house. It’s been a long day so far and it will be much longer until we go to bed. Lots to do!

The Last Time

We move on Saturday. This means that my nostalgic side thinks that everytime I do something, it’s for the final time in our house. I don’t know why we get attached to things like cars or houses or other junk. I think houses are easy to get attached to because that’s where your memories are made. It’s where you have your firsts, your fights, your celebrations and your adventures.

I’ll miss living here, but I’m excited about the future adventures we’ll have in our new house. I have pictures and videos to look back on if I need to – the promise of new is too fun to think about to waste too much time worrying about the past.

I thank my house for being my starting point, my home to Bo and I when we started, and now home to the 5 of us as we leave.

Time Capsule

Yesterday, I did an interview that will be included on a satellite to be launched into space for 100 years. Many of the questions revolved around what life is like today, how I use technology and my predictions for the future. To think about how different we are now from 1917 and to project that forward, it’s mind-boggling. Listening to my interview in 2117 must be a very strange experience.

A few of my predictions or hopes for the future: Read On…

Reinventing Ourselves

Yesterday, we went to the new house to inspect the paint colors and to take out the trash. We ran into two of our new neighbors and introduced ourselves, something I didn’t do much of when I moved into our current house.

I am an introvert and I’m not ashamed to say it. I prefer quiet spaces to recharge instead of noisy social situations. So when I move into a new place, I tend to think other people don’t want to be bothered, but that can lead to a “silence standoff” between your neighbors.

Social connection is a pillar of a healthy existence. We need to connect with other people, especially those near us. We rely on neighbors for help, friendship and support in the community. Without a good first impression, many relationships may never get a chance to flourish.

In our new neighborhood, I’m going to step out of my natural inclination to “not bother anyone” and make sure I introduce myself and my family to the neighborhood.