With the big moving day approaching, and all the things left to do that go with moving, I realize I'm not going to have much time to do anything I'd like to for the next couple of weeks. Such as update my blog. I'm not a regular blogger to begin with, so it's not like I've set myself a certain day to publish a new post every week. I just don't like feeling like I'm neglecting this.
It gets really hard to post anything, though, when my son is trying to climb into my lap, or grab papers or pens from the desk.
I will be very glad when this move is done. Yesterday I told Ryan that when we unpack at the new place, it's not going to be one of those "put it where you can and organize it later" deals. We have to organize everything as we unpack, or I will spend the next six months going crazy trying to figure my crap out again. And what I really need these days is a little sanity.
The packing has been going quite well, though. Boxes are being labeled very clearly, and they are also being packed in an organized manner. We've been sorting things as we pack, and getting a pile of things to get rid of along the way. Anything that needs to be stored has been set aside and will be loaded on the truck last so we can do that before we head out to our new place. (I don't feel comfortable calling it our new home yet... it might become our home, but right now, it's just a different place we'll be living.) The Moving Day boxes are coming together, too.
All in all, things are going well, and I don't feel overwhelmed (just whelmed...! haha). I've had lots of help from Ryan, and Mum. If I could just get Logan to sleep for more than half an hour at a time, I could get a lot more done on my own!
So, excuse me for a while, as I move, and get organized!
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Moving Musings
A couple of weeks ago, I had a little revelation, that I couldn't keep on ignoring my depression, and that I needed help dealing with it. I received a lot of help, and a lot more support, since then, and I know it will keep coming, so thank you everyone. A good friend of mine called me a few hours after I published my post, and we had a really good, long talk. The next day, I called my doctor and was able to see him right away.
Having been down Depression Drive before, I knew that my first step was to get some help in the form of medication. Talking, counseling, and help from family and friends just isn't enough for me. I'm now taking Cipralex, which helped me a lot the last go around, and is already doing me so much good now. It's easier to think, control my emotions, and just plain function.
And what have I been thinking about? Moving, of course! Since I don't have enough on my plate already... *insert sarcasm here*
But it's good. Ryan got an offer for a better position, in a different town, so off we go. It's happening rather fast, though, and I really want to make it as easy on myself as possible. So, instead of our usual wait-until-the-last-few-days-and-toss-everything-in-random-boxes moving style, we're going with the well-organized approach.
Drawers, papers and closets will get sorted before any packing begins, so that we're not moving our mess with us. Then, all the non-essentials, like decor, pictures, books and all that gets packed up. After that, bathroom and kitchen extras, shed contents, and anything that needs storing elsewhere (thanks Mum!). On moving day, everything will be organized and ready to go on the truck in an orderly fashion. Last thing to go on the truck will be our Moving Day Box - a little something I thought up last night. I'm probably not the first person to think of doing this, but I feel pretty brilliant this morning!
Part of the stress of moving comes from arriving at the new place, and not having the essentials at hand. Then you're forced to dig through ill-labeled boxes to find what you need, which makes a mess that you have to wade through. That is so not happening this time around. We are going to pack a box (or two) with everything you need that first night in the new place. I'm still working on my list, but I've got a good start that I want to share:
Moving Day Box Contents:
- phone chargers
- toilet paper and paper towels
- toiletries (toothbrushes, toothpaste, soap, etc)
- towels (kitchen and bath)
- sheets for beds
- pj's and a change of clothes for everyone
- 2 settings of dishes and cutlery
- healthy snacks
- coffee, coffee maker and sugar
- tools for bed assembly
I'm sure there will be other items I haven't thought of that should be on this list. If you can think of any, please share!
Having been down Depression Drive before, I knew that my first step was to get some help in the form of medication. Talking, counseling, and help from family and friends just isn't enough for me. I'm now taking Cipralex, which helped me a lot the last go around, and is already doing me so much good now. It's easier to think, control my emotions, and just plain function.
And what have I been thinking about? Moving, of course! Since I don't have enough on my plate already... *insert sarcasm here*
But it's good. Ryan got an offer for a better position, in a different town, so off we go. It's happening rather fast, though, and I really want to make it as easy on myself as possible. So, instead of our usual wait-until-the-last-few-days-and-toss-everything-in-random-boxes moving style, we're going with the well-organized approach.
Drawers, papers and closets will get sorted before any packing begins, so that we're not moving our mess with us. Then, all the non-essentials, like decor, pictures, books and all that gets packed up. After that, bathroom and kitchen extras, shed contents, and anything that needs storing elsewhere (thanks Mum!). On moving day, everything will be organized and ready to go on the truck in an orderly fashion. Last thing to go on the truck will be our Moving Day Box - a little something I thought up last night. I'm probably not the first person to think of doing this, but I feel pretty brilliant this morning!
Part of the stress of moving comes from arriving at the new place, and not having the essentials at hand. Then you're forced to dig through ill-labeled boxes to find what you need, which makes a mess that you have to wade through. That is so not happening this time around. We are going to pack a box (or two) with everything you need that first night in the new place. I'm still working on my list, but I've got a good start that I want to share:
Moving Day Box Contents:
- phone chargers
- toilet paper and paper towels
- toiletries (toothbrushes, toothpaste, soap, etc)
- towels (kitchen and bath)
- sheets for beds
- pj's and a change of clothes for everyone
- 2 settings of dishes and cutlery
- healthy snacks
- coffee, coffee maker and sugar
- tools for bed assembly
I'm sure there will be other items I haven't thought of that should be on this list. If you can think of any, please share!
Monday, October 1, 2012
The White Flag
While my last couple of posts have been upbeat, positivity-filled gush, I realize I have to raise the white flag, and surrender to the facts.
I am depressed. I'm too deep to cope with it alone anymore. I need help.
There, I've said it. I need help. Your help, a doctor's help, medication help. My breaking point has been last night and today. Since Ryan left for work it's been all I can do to make sure Logan doesn't hurt himself, gets fed and changed, and... well, that's about it.
Every day has been harder and harder. Chores piling up, my back and leg getting worse, my weight shooting through the roof, and as Logan grows and learns to be more mobile and independent, our basement suite seems to shrink. Dealing with all this was okay at first, I could do it. Then, I thought I could use a hand now and then, and I felt a little like a tool for asking for help. So I'd mask it with "anyone want to come hold a baby?/have coffee?". That grew into "anyone able to come give me a hand?", and became very frustrating, since everyone else has things they need to tend to in their own lives as well, and couldn't come when I needed help. Really, I understand! I just need some help...
And all the while, I kept thinking, "I should talk to Ryan, or my sister, or someone..." but I haven't had the guts to admit it even to myself, so how could I say anything to anyone else? Logan has been on a very erratic sleep "schedule" lately, waking once, sometimes three or four times a night. Last night, he went down around 8pm, woke at midnight, and wouldn't go back to sleep until about 2. Then he was up again around 4. He went back to sleep for a couple of hours, and we've been up ever since, and I've been crying since Ryan left for work.
I need some help. Please.
I am depressed. I'm too deep to cope with it alone anymore. I need help.
There, I've said it. I need help. Your help, a doctor's help, medication help. My breaking point has been last night and today. Since Ryan left for work it's been all I can do to make sure Logan doesn't hurt himself, gets fed and changed, and... well, that's about it.
Every day has been harder and harder. Chores piling up, my back and leg getting worse, my weight shooting through the roof, and as Logan grows and learns to be more mobile and independent, our basement suite seems to shrink. Dealing with all this was okay at first, I could do it. Then, I thought I could use a hand now and then, and I felt a little like a tool for asking for help. So I'd mask it with "anyone want to come hold a baby?/have coffee?". That grew into "anyone able to come give me a hand?", and became very frustrating, since everyone else has things they need to tend to in their own lives as well, and couldn't come when I needed help. Really, I understand! I just need some help...
And all the while, I kept thinking, "I should talk to Ryan, or my sister, or someone..." but I haven't had the guts to admit it even to myself, so how could I say anything to anyone else? Logan has been on a very erratic sleep "schedule" lately, waking once, sometimes three or four times a night. Last night, he went down around 8pm, woke at midnight, and wouldn't go back to sleep until about 2. Then he was up again around 4. He went back to sleep for a couple of hours, and we've been up ever since, and I've been crying since Ryan left for work.
I need some help. Please.
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