I can't figure out whether I'm a spontaneous person or not. It's not really fair to ask anyone whether they are one thing all the time. In general, I would say that I'm not spontaneous at all. However, I'm far more spontaneous than my husband and I'm... what would you call it... passionate about things. (I also lack discipline which can give the appearance of spontaneity but isn't the same thing at all.) But when it does come, that surge of passionate energy comes upon most quickly and unexpectedly. For example...
I somehow convinced my husband to tear up our living room carpet this week with no concrete plan for how to replace it. Just get the nasty stuff out, please! He was awesome about it and the kids helped pull up staples like champs. But now, we have a rather unlovely subfloor exposed in what was previously the only carpeted (and the most frequented) room in the house.
The good news is that it matches our unfinished walls.
Now scouring Craigslist to find an inexpensive and temporary solution to my fit of carpet purging.
I'm getting rid of everything we own. That's an exaggeration, let me rephrase...
I'm going through every nook and cranny in the house and attempting to get rid of anything that isn't nailed down. We just dropped off 7 garbage bags and 2 boxes full of stuff to the Cleveland Right to Life thrift shop and we're already filling more. I'm also listing on ebay, consigning, and posting items on Cathswap.
It's called frantic nesting
I'm taking all of my Paypal money (see #2) and purchasing all the used school books I can find that suite our needs. Purge and buy. Easy come, easy go. I love Cathswap
though. We will be diving into RC History
this year and I've found incredible prices on some of their used items and supplements.
Temper tantrums. I was just recently patting myself on the back for not having any horrible hormonal episodes this pregnancy when suddenly, I'm totally afflicted with them. For example...
We went to evening Mass yesterday and Little Cub feel asleep in the car. I just knew waking him would be a bad idea so I stayed with him until the Chief ran out to the car to let me know when it was time for Communion. We switched places and I ran in to see Father's back ascending the sanctuary steps. I missed.
Sooo... I came home a bit grumpy, very hungry, and definitely tired to a sink full of dishes and an unloaded dishwasher. My pans were at the bottom of the pile. The kids were nagging me about dinner before disappearing into their caves. I started to boil over and words began to pour forth from my mouth with accelerating volume. I felt crummy inside and out and finally splashed butter on my big belly.
I saw the giant bowl of eggs (24 of them) waiting to be scrambled and I fought fiercely against the strongest desire to dump the entire thing onto the floor and make someone else clean it up. I won the battle, but golly... I definitely felt like a crabby 4-year old.
Baby books frenzy. I am ready to make up for lost time. My first born has a baby album the size of the Summa. And each subsequent child has a slightly smaller one. Until you get to child number 4... and then they get a LOT smaller. By #6... well, actually, Little Cub hasn't even had one. So, I'm working on that.
They all have the same basic book which has only slightly changed over the years. It's a Noah's Ark
themed binder to which I can add and subtract easily. The fill-in pages are nice and when I get really motivated, I make additional pages. I haven't actually started yet but I have the book, a bunch of cool paper, and a huge desire to get busy.
I want to run and dash about. I want to jump and play volleyball and stretch heartily. At 8 months pregnant, I am starting to feel slow and impeded. I have to waddle around Walmart. I suppose this is what it feels like to grow older... to feel young and crazy inside and stuck inside a body that can't keep up.
I also think of my sister-in-law who has always been confined to a wheel chair. One day, please God, she will stand up and stretch and run around to her heart's content. I think I'll offer up my antsy urges for her today.
One moment, I want to eat everything in the house and keep on eating. The next moment, I never want to see food again. There doesn't seem to be a middle ground. I haven't eaten wheat products in over a year now and I don't care... please just bring me a juicy steak and a mountain of asparagus and then roll me into bed. Then one frantic food urge will be appeased and I'll just sleep through the next.
Joining Jen at Conversion Diary for 7 Quick Takes Friday