The Beach Makes it All Better...For a Little While

Sunday, I was irritated and grumpy. The boxes can't be hidden in a basement or garage. If we don't take care of them, they will sit out in the open. I had asked Matt to store items we would not need while living in Portugal. Oh, I don't know, perhaps my downhill skis and boots, his snowboard. Baby swing (we're not having another baby until we get back to the US), baby clothes, garage shelving units, etc. He decided not to use the storage provided to us by the military. We had to bring it all. Not a huge deal if we had a basement or garage. Unfortunately, both are hard to come by here - especially if you're a measly captain in the Army.

At any rate, I think we were all grumpy and tired. Confused as to what to do with everything. I mean, everywhere you turn, there's a box or pile. Every crack and crevice has something waiting for a "home." Just looking at it all and trying to decide where to start is exhausting.

So, we ventured across the street to the beach. And, sure enough, just the sound of the waves and the warm sun soothed us. Soothed us so much that Matt took us out to lunch and helped me do the groceries on the way home.

The girls went down for long naps and, after, Matt took them for a bike ride. I was able to finish Lila's room. She now has a dresser with clothes in it, instead of in boxes next to it. She even has a toy box. Olivia is jealous. But, Olivia's five million dolls keep her company at night and Lila was kind enough to let Olivia play with the things in the toy box for a little while before bed.

It's Monday night and I wish I could say that I got more accomplished today. But, no, I haven't. I think I need another walk on the beach. I'm grumpy, frustrated and snappy. There's so much to do. I'm losing steam. I wish, just for one day, I was "I Dream of Jeanie" and could just snap my fingers and have everything organized, put away, cleaned and hung-up. Oh, and dinner on the table and a two-year-old who begs to go to bed!