The last few days were highly stressful. I always keep my cool, but there were times when I didn’t think I could handle it. C was tested for a staph infection on Thursday morning and it came back positive midday Friday. There were a few hours when we didn’t know if it was the dangerous MRSA (the kind of resistant staph that you hear horror stories about on the news) or a type of staph that was sensitive to the antibiotic that C had started.
These past 2+ months have been really challenging for me, and the state of our household definitely reflects that! We haven’t seen our tabletop for months, and mail kept piling on top of it. The bathroom wasn’t getting cleaned regularly, the stovetop was filthy and the place was in need of some serious dusting.
After lying around on various surfaces of my apartment since Sunday, I finally rocked out an awesome night as a housewife. Last night, I vacuumed; did a load of laundry; gave C a bath by myself (it’s difficult, guys!); washed dishes; cleaned all our CSA veggies; and baked flour-free, egg-free, peanut butter oatmeal banana breakfast cookies. (Found them on Pinterest; C had it for breakfast and loved it.)
Hubster gave me a Swiffer Wet Jet for my birthday. Why, you ask? I asked for it.
No, I literally asked for a Swiffer Wet Jet. I like clean floors.
I also received a cute little stainless steel trash can, a fantastic OXO salad spinner and an Everlast tower punching bag. Yeah, so that last one isn’t very domestic but I do love to box.
We’re moving in two-ish months to a new state. A lot has changed about our life since we first moved here two years ago. Instead of getting my graduate degree, I became a mother who works at home. We have a rapidly growing, wild, delightful little boy who enjoys exploring our apartment. We’ve really outgrown this one-bedroom space. Honestly, there’s quite a bit of stuff that we have in this apartment that we really won’t use anymore in this new chapter of our lives.
In less than a month, Hubster will graduate and shortly after that, his graduate assistantship will come to an end and we will need to move out of our campus apartment. We don’t know exactly when we’re moving yet; mostly because we don’t know where we’re headed next. Yet, I think I’ve already begun to mentally check out of this place.