It’s time to get up off my bum and be productive again. I’m posting this picture of Casey, which I’ve probably posted before in one of the lost posts – and of course, you’ve seen it before in the About Me column – because it sums up all of the photos my husband and I take besides those of the beautiful landscape in our new town. I haven’t yet found my camera charger, but I still take tons of pictures of this old dog with my phone. He’s 14 now, and the light of my husband’s and my life. That is until the baby comes along. He’s getting so grumpy in his old age, we really hope he does okay with the baby around. He’ll probably pout a lot from his doggy bed. Hopefully, he’ll feel a little protective over the baby instead of just jealous.

Now, as for me, I’m planning to empty some more cardboard boxes of their contents today, and maybe buy a new desk to set up the office area. We gave away our old one when we moved. It was an ugly thing from a University. It served it’s purpose for several years, but we couldn’t bear to bring it into our new lives. Without it though, we have ugly boxes bursting at the seems with office stuff that won’t fit on shelves. That desk sure did hold a lot of stuff.

I’m going to concentrate on books today, of which we have too many. But most of them we own for a reason. I’m going to pull out some inspiring books about eating right and setting goals.  Peruse them, put the rest away – the trick will be deciding which bookshelf in which rooms will hold which books - and then get motivated to decorate, write, knit, sew, and cook!

Yeah, I know, poor me. I don’t have to go to a job right now. I have all day to bake and make crafts. But, I’m not good at those things. I’m the chronic disorganization queen! I’m more likely to be a sloth all day reading YA novels and feeling guilty that I don’t read adult novels or exercise.

Alright, that’s enough complaining! My husband and I have already gone on two amazingly beautiful hikes since we’ve been here and I’m planning to start walking in the mornings. So, there is exercise in my future. I just have to learn to organize these long chunks of days that I’ve got ahead of me now. I don’t even have to fight through traffic anymore. I’m in paradise and I don’t know what to do with myself!!!

I keep reminding myself to just enjoy this ability to be lazy, because it’s going to go away in five months when the baby is born. But the life-long feeling of being an unproductive, lazy slob never goes away. What do you all do to combat non-productivity? Are you compulsive list writers? Remember, I can’t even plan a weeks worth of meals, I don’t know if I can handle lists. The problem with lists is that I come up with five hundred things I need to do and that just overwhelms me. Is there any hope for me? Do you have any book recommendations on this subject? I love reading books.

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I can’t even keep track of the number of dishes I’ve broken since living in this old dishwasher-less house.

I need a change.

Further reflections on the title of my blog.

Once you’ve been blogging for a good while, you can’t really change your blog’s name.
The current title just came to me one day when I was reflecting on how difficult it was for me to write on my original knitting blog, The Shaggy Dog Story. Once the name popped into my head, I couldn’t shake it. It gave me a sort of theme to focus my writing, but it was broader than knitting and would allow for me to write things I wasn’t sure belonged on a knitting blog.

I had at one time started a secret journal called Selective Blindness For Joy. I loved that title, but I was starting to outgrow its bleak message. “Selective Blindness For Joy” is what afflicts me during bouts of depression. It’s how I think I’ve lived a lot of my life, but as I found myself married and turning 30, that was beginning to change. My husband has taught me how to see joy in life and I guess I wanted to reflect that new outlook in the title of my blog.

So, not wanting to continue in the negative vein of Selective Blindness, I suddenly felt that I wanted my life to encompass joy. Along with that I had just learned that there was a name for the situation that I grew up in – hoarding. I now have misgivings about that unfortunate name, compulsive hoarding, but at the time, when my mom admitted to me that she was a hoarder, I finally felt that this vague dysfunction that had plagued me and made me feel different my whole life was more solidified. It was defined by boundaries. I’m not a defective person, I’m not permanently damaged and doomed to suffer depression, I’m just the product of a parent who is severely chronically disorganized.

But, why Housewife? Once I realized that I wanted to write about my struggle to become domestically successful given my upbringing, I couldn’t get the phrase Joyful Housewife out of my head. Housewife as a concept encompasses everything I’m passionate about in life good and bad. It isn’t that I fully support the use of the word to describe women, it’s that I am okay with my ambiguity about that word and all of the issues it conjures up. I’m obsessed with the search for what it means to be a self-actualized woman. I’m obsessed with the quest to balance work life, home life, and motherhood. Seeing the word housewife every time I write urges me to examine these feelings, questions, and issues.

I want to drop the word from the title of my blog daily, but what should I replace it with?

I’d kind of like to revert to Selective Blindness For Joy adding the tagline Domestic Bliss, Eventually.

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