This week, I'm embracing chaos.
Well, not so much embracing it, as being clasped in its arms and dragged under water to a briny, airless death.
Let me explain ...
As you know, we moved a couple of weeks ago. The new house is great, but we have a few projects (hello, dishwasher!) and cosmetic changes (paint, light fixtures) to tackle (by "we," I mostly mean our contractor pal Keith), so we've opted not to unpack most of the boxes until things are done and in place, so we don't have to pack and unpack twice.
This sounded sensible in theory, until we realized that we've entered week three with no actual dinner plates or bowls, I can only find four pairs of shoes, and none of my pantry staples have surfaced.
But OK, I told myself, we can do this for a few more weeks. In the end, things will be awesome, and once everything's unpacked, we'll feel really settled. So I rearranged the boxes into a more palatable formation (think: deck chairs on the titanic) and prepared to radiate calm acceptance.
And then the day came this week for the contractors to start the new garage floor. Out came everything that was in the garage - tall shelves, cabinets, cans of paint, a spare dresser - to line the front walk, hulking under tarps.
In came smaller items and those not able to be exposed to the elements, like shopping bags, boxes and a half-size Santa tableau that was intended for the basement but only made it as far as the entry to the hall, where it looks reproachfully at me each night as I attempt to relax on the sectional that would not fit down the basement stairs.
Out came the jackhammers, the bobcat and the shake, rattle and roll of heavy machinery, which left me feeling like I was dancing on a fault line. The new floor gets poured today, and I'm told that we can even move items back in tomorrow, which will be lovely.
For now, though, the only way in and out of the house is across the front lawn and squeezing between a tarp-covered wall unit and a giant shrub - extra delightful this morning, since both were soaking wet.
Keith is hard at work on half a dozen projects at once, meaning each room has something going on - though it also means progress is being made.
Emily and a friend (on her first trip to our fair state) are coming for LAUNCH! this weekend, which is awesome, though the new third bedroom daybed is currently in pieces on the spackle-speckled floor and the walls look like they have leprosy. Welcome to Maine!
And yes, in the midst of the chaos at home, we're also neck-deep in LAUNCH! (launchfestme.com), our busiest and best time of year.
So if you see me anytime in the next few days and I appear to have that "going down for the third time" look on my face, don't be surprised or scared. Just run. And leave me to my chaos.
Laura Dolce can be reached at Laura.firstname.lastname@example.org.