Rambling mess of ooginess

I had all these grand plans of cleaning today, straightening up the carport, doing some organizing in storage. All this has gotten tossed out the door thanks to whatever is going on within my intestines. I LOVE being tied down to the toilet. The boys love it even more since I'm refusing to go outside.

Yesterday we bought curtains for the living room and dining room. We could have used our old ones from Germany only it's time for something new. The old curtains are sitting in the armoir waiting for a new home. I still like them even though we have no use at the moment. Same could be said for the blue curtains we got at Pier1 for our bedroom.

We tried finding a desk yesterday at Bare Woods in Chantilly. Instead we're most likely coming away with a buffet for the kitchen. Hopefully it can be made in the recycled barn wood to our specifications. We're keeping our fingers crossed the woman understood what we were asking. We'll find out soon enough. Storage has been an issue in our kitchen thanks to the small, 1950's design. Funny how kitchens got small in the mid-century when they were big at the beginning.

We need to figure out a storage solution for downstairs. Ikea has something which could help with this and a desk for the boys computer. We still need a desk upstairs but downstairs is more pressing. I think we'll end up getting the cubby shelving with desk attachment in the end. I've been wanting something similar for the toys. Mix use of space for books, baskets for storage, etc.. This would solve all of those problems and fit nicely in the nook by the wood burning stove.

At least I'm getting laundry done inbetween all the bathroom trips. The kitchen floor was mopped, counters wiped down and the bathroom partially cleaned. The rest of the house can shove it until tomorrow.

You know you're a homeowner when

you actually clean all the fucking time. Seriously. I'm being honest here about the cleaning.

It's not like we lived in a sty before buying our own house. I always made sure everything was clean underneath the clutter. Dishes got done on a regular basis. Wasn't always daily. Toys were picked up when necessary. This has gotten better now we make the boys do the task while threatening their lives. Laundry is still a hangup since it never ends.

We've had hardwoods before so it's nothing new for us in the house. Easier to clean, whether from a swiffer, broom or vacuum cleaner. Must be kept clean thanks to all the sand the boys bring home from the various playgrounds we visit.

Clutter is going down except in our room and the office. I blame both on Jason. Every time I get our bedroom under control I open more boxes of his shit which ends up in our room until a place is found. Boxes still inhabit the office. Most of them have been opened, poked through a bit, then promptly set aside. More crap I don't know where it goes. All the crap, though, is confined behind walls with a door.

The walls are getting pictures hung. Not many since the house is too small for everthing to be on the walls. I'm liking the simplification this move has made. I'm liking less on the walls. Our house would feel crowded with everything up. With clutter in every corner or on every surface. A few days ago I removed all boxes from the living areas. I don't mind if things aren't totally unpacked. I minded them staying unpacked next to the sofa for all to witness.

The floors have been mopped twice already. I've scrubbed the bathroom down and then some. One day I'll get the tub clean. The kitchen smells of lemon from today's cleaning. The floor is missing various spills which accumulated in the last few days. All of this I do inbetween the screams, the wails, the fighting, the hugs, the demands.

I have a house which is trying to stay clean. I have a house which I happily clean even while I'm cursing while doing so. I've never been much of a clean freak. I never will but I don't necessarily mind cleaning our 1950's brick house because it's actually ours. Not the military's. Not a rental complex. Not mom's or even Aramco's. Holy fuck.

This is what happens when you become a homeowner. That stupid pride in ownership crap. Gah.

And the shots didn't work.

I started seeing the local pain management doctor while living in Leavenworth. He got into pain management by way of dental school. There was a lack of anesthesiologists when he graduated so he joined the racks of dosing happy medicine.

I was dubious the first time I saw him. How can a dentist help my back when orthopedic and neuro surgeons haven't done anything? We talked about my history, the MRI I had the year before and he happily said he can help me starting that day.

Over the next few months I saw him every few weeks for cortisone injections in two discs. At first I was excited thinking this might actually work. I could wrap my head around getting these shots if the end result was minimal swelling of the discs. Little did I know the last shot would screw things up for me internally.

I haven't had a proper bowel movement since May. I was regular. Twice a day in the morning regular. Now I must take fiber supplements. It's now July and things haven't changed.

My back? Moving showed me things haven't changed one bit. All those shots for naught. Once we get settled I'll find a doctor or physical therapist who can help me again. I'm tired of the ongoing issues I'm having. I'm tired of being told time will make things better. It's been over 8 yrs. Time isn't making things better. Maybe, just maybe, I'll find someone who can truly help me and I'll have one day, or week, or month, without any pain.

Homeownership is awesome!

Hahahahahahahaha. Let me wipe the tears away from my eyes. We've officially been in our house for a week. Chaos still abounds. There's talk of projects down the road, what should go on craigslist, moving boys around, boxes still unopened. Cursing abounds on an hourly basis while Jason walks in the door with a new saw. Our bedroom is in pieces while he attempts his handyman status at installing a ceiling fan. I'll let you know if any hospital visits are in our future.

I've had fun running around this morning looking for new beds. Jason's plan in putting all three boys in one room has gone out the door. This was not my idea, putting the boys in one room, since I knew it wouldn't be long before they were separated. Only we now must shuffle around closets and what should have been in the office, elsewhere. Originally Jason was taking over the office closet. Now I will be since Jake will be in said room. His new gear must stay away from the hands of little boys.

He came home with all sorts of goodies, including a saber and tap shoes. We knew he'd be traveling before accepting the S4 position. We didn't know how involved he'd be parades, etc.. His new Blues are slightly different from the set we already have. He's even been given a garment bag for protection. The more he comes home with crap the more we realize how involved he'll be with the Old Guard. Apparently it's not just the enlisted who are part of the functions for the Old Guard.