A few days of solitude

I’ve taken a bit of a blogging break and I will continue but since it’s 5:00 a.m. on a Saturday and I’m on my second load of laundry I thought I might as well sit here with coffee and have a bit of a chat with you. πŸ˜ƒ

The family left for camping on Thursday and they’re coming back I think Sunday or Monday.

I had intentions to do a lot of writing.

That didn’t happen. πŸ™„

The day they left was a little bit chaotic due to all the packing. They had their system and didn’t need my help so I stayed in the backyard and laid sod.

Then the puppy started whining and he got locked away into the backyard with me. He was very confused and discombobulated about all the stuff that was going into the car. Perhaps he was anxious that we were going away and leaving him behind?

He was actually going along. But try explaining that to a dog. πŸ™ƒ

No amount of assurances would calm him so I finally just ignored him.

I don’t understand puppies.

I also don’t understand teenagers, men, politicians, and a lot of other things but I digress… πŸ˜›

They finally left around lunch time on Thursday at which point I was getting ready to go out to a restaurant and have lunch with a friend. For the occasion I even dressed up a little nicer than usual.

I had the most amazing ravioli… Check this out:

I don’t eat wheat carbs very often; they cause me digestive issues like bloating. I take a digestive enzyme now which specifically targets gluten. The Italian in me has a hard time giving up the carbs, and pastas are just so delicious… But the enzyme worked and since I balance most of the carbs out with lots of veg or salad, I can manage these indulgences occasionally.

It was delicious. πŸ’•

And then I had a cappuccino. Been almost 2 years since I’ve been out to a restaurant and had a cappuccino so that was a special treat.

When I got home and the family was gone I looked around the house and decided to plan my writing aspirations around cleaning the house. Since it was already almost 4:00 pm I decided to forget about writing for the rest of Thursday and tackle the main open concept room (where I write) with a vengeance. I cleaned until 10:00 p.m. which meant I could wake up to a clean house void of clutter.

Friday morning everything was clean! So nice.

Look, my family isn’t exactly dirty. They do have a lot of clutter and they do tend to hang on to stuff that I really don’t think we should keep, which in the grand scheme of things is a minor irritation. For someone like me who gets stressed with clutter and disorganization it’s difficult to share a space with people who don’t have the same mentality about clutter and disorganization. Put all of us together in this small house for 18 months and you can imagine that it’s taken a toll. I know I speak for many families who have experienced lockdown…

Never mind. 😎

I did some writing on Friday but I was a little bit distracted because first thing in the morning I noticed the raccoons had rolled back all the sod I laid against the new path. I had an idea of how to secure it but needed these landscape fabric staples which we ran out of. So rather than sitting and typing as I prefer to do in the morning I went to Home Depot, Lowe’s and Canadian Tire, all in vain. They were sold out. So I came back and ordered them from Amazon. Blah. They should arrive today.

I did some writing and some organizing on Friday morning but I couldn’t concentrate because I knew I had to tackle the kids rooms. I rarely do that anymore mainly because they’re teenagers now but a year and a half of lockdown meant I needed to have a good overview of their rooms while they were not here to see just how on top of it they maintained the hygiene down there.

I’ll spare you the stories of squalor, outgrown clothing, snack wrappers and odds and ends I found so I tackled all of that in the afternoon.

I may or may not have cried a little. Did I really birth these people? Sigh…

This was after I dealt with the hall closets upstairs. I placed everything that was still in good condition on the lawn for people to take and returned to the basement to continue the kids’ rooms.

Basically I spent my Friday just purging and cleaning with a few periods of writing here and there.

But that’s okay! It needed to be done. I blasted some Guns n’ Roses, Aerosmith and Queen into my wireless headset and just did it. πŸ˜›

Several people checked in with me via chat as well and I spent quite a bit of time relaxing and texting with them which was kind of like having a social life.

Which brings us to today, Saturday. I’m going to write as much as I can until I get tired and then deal with the house stuff after. I haven’t made plans yet for later but I might go out for a bike ride. We’ll see… I hurt my finger on my left hand which is now wrapped with hockey tape to immobilize it so I don’t know if I can hold the bike handle, I’ll check later.

I also got a couple of back to school emails from the school system and it’s making me anxious. Do we want in-person or virtual, they wanted to know.

Sadly, they required a multiple choice answer, not a detailed essay about idiocy, ineptitude and related commentary so I checked the in-person box and sent it back.


There are rumblings about another variant called Delta plus and all the fear mongering has already begun.

I am of the opinion that we need to learn to live with this thing because it’s not going away. If back to school and activities get canceled again there will be serious repercussions in this province…

We were recommended to put one of the kids in group therapy but we needed a doctor’s requisition so we requested one and they said the waiting list to get into any kind of therapy for kids and teens it’s so long it may not happen until next year.

See how they fucked it all up, these politicians? Some kids will suffer long-term damage after a year and a half of zero normalcy.

The good news is my kids are doing okay now with the camping and they’re going to a cottage a little bit later in the summer and that’ll hold them over until back to school. My son was busy helping with the deck rebuild in the backyard, my daughter began to socialize a bit again, and they’re both busy with the puppy which is all good. It gets them out of the house.

So I’m bracing myself for all kinds of chaos in the fall and winter season but all we can do is what we’ve been doing all along, keep common sense, focus on what we can control, and try to stay sane among all the conflicting misinformation.

Which reminds me I should probably go read a couple of news sources, I haven’t checked in with any covid related news since the middle of July. I’m tapped out.

So there you go. A little update for you. I want to divulge some news about a writing project I launched but I have some work to do on that before I’m ready. Stand by!

It’s almost 6 am now, the first laundry is done, and my first coffee is empty. Back to it.

Enjoy your weekend!

27 thoughts on “A few days of solitude

  1. “For someone like me who gets stressed with clutter and disorganization it’s difficult to share a space with people who don’t have the same mentality about clutter and disorganization.” —SAME!!! πŸ˜… Hence why I’m looking forward to my kids moving out on their own so I can stress less about living in a clutter trap. Oh, how I dream.

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  2. Only two things:
    1- What a beautiful cup with cappuccino! That figure of the pine branch is magnificent.
    2- When they return from the camp and find their things purged… what will they say?

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  3. Recently my husband purchases a 18 pack of toilet paper, (I just assumed he finally figured out he was indeed full of shit). He brought it into the half bath on the main floor and dropped it on the floor and right on top of a towel that had fallen off the towel rod. I waited…. finally my moment came. He asked me if I planned on working all day. I said… I don’t know, do you plan on picking up the towel that you put the bundle of toilet paper on? This is my life now. LOL

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  4. I’m just glad you had YOU time! You look pretty ~and your jewelry πŸ˜β€¦.ravioli ~win! Quiet time {other than music}-win! Victory, if only two days, against clutter ~win! A perfect post~win! Put this weekend in the winner’s column my friend. ❀️ keep on keepin’ on~I’m proud of you. πŸ™ŒπŸ»πŸ’›

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    1. Thank you very much. Every camping trip they’ve done in the past I felt a little bit lonely, almost like I’m missing out on some bonding. This year? That didn’t happen. Maybe it’s because of the lockdowns… I am still alone and enjoying my time and getting so much done.

      Thank you for your supportive words. ❀

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      1. You’re so welcome. We change and grow in ways we don’t always understand. But yet, they’re peaceful too. Embracing it is so good for the soul! Good for you! πŸ’šβ€οΈπŸ’›

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  5. You exhausted me simply reading about all your cleaning activities…..I wish I had that energy. I’m looking forward to having a maid service in next week…..crazy but I had to wait 6 weeks as they were all booked up.

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    1. Well let’s see… I get depressed and anxious in my basement and their rooms then the rage takes over. If no one is here to hear my cry and rage then I simply turn the energy into getting it done. πŸ™‚

      I’m happy you have maid service!

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  6. I cringed when you wrote about entering the sanctum of the teens. My girls did NOT like their spaces invaded… especially when they weren’t there. I was allowed to pick up things off the floor, or grab dishes or empty bottles/cans, but That. Was. ALL!

    I hope your kids don’t freak cuz you got rid of some priceless gum wrapper or somesuchπŸ™„πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

    The clutter hurts my eyes, my brain, and makes me incredibly anxious. Ben has a FIT if we try to sweep up, or toss empty chalk boxes in the recycling bin. He actually dug tiny pieces of chalk out of the trash can one dayπŸ€¦πŸΌβ€β™€οΈπŸ€¦πŸΌβ€β™€οΈ I mostly hide in my room.πŸ˜‰πŸ’•πŸ’•

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    1. My kids will see their floor and new sheets on their bed and no clutter and forget that I was in there ‘looking’ at their stuff. Although I do respect their privacy when they are home, and never enter their room without permission, I did tell both I bought them new sheets and to strip the beds before they leave (and pick up their shit off the floor which gives me heart palpitations).

      They didn’t (or course) and I couldn’t help myself so I did it and they have no leg to stand on if they think the can complain (which I suspect they will not). πŸ™‚

      Once this is done though, I won’t be going back in. I will demand when I walk by that they clean up if necessary, but since most of the clutter is gone now, they will not have too much to deal with (and teens don’t have ‘toys’ anymore, the devices is the biggest thing in their lives now).

      So, all done! (ish). I’m going to spend a few hours with my words now. ❀

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  7. I’ve never been a very patient person and constant change can rattle me. You’ve done amazingly well, please remember that for those times that chaos returns, because it will. The break from constant people in your world shows when you write. This post was lighter in many ways and even though “real” writing has been overshadowed by reclaiming your home and it’s need for order you probably need that more than putting words down right now.

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    1. See? You get that. The family is completely in the dark about this. It’s not that they don’t listen to me, they do and try to be supportive, but more often than not they simply say ‘just ignore it’ and that is not possible for me.

      I have several female friends with similar aged kids who agree that this is not a unique problem. So thank you Deb, as always for the encouraging words.

      (I just spent 3 hours in my son’s room and the laundry room. It’s 80% done. The room is the size of a jail cell but he just couldn’t be bothered getting rid of stuff he no longer needs…and the accumulation was at a point where I simply threw it all out. Didn’t even sort through it.)

      (My daughter’s room was similar but slightly less chaotic because she renovated it recently and did the big purge then.)

      Now, the afternoon is mine! ❀

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      1. I do remember that I reached a point when I did just stop going in, or caring about their crap. Their doors had to stay closed so I wouldn’t be tempted though. I admit, when it was time to clear out/pack up for 1st year of college I was in the mix because I told them without fanfare that they had to take everything they were keeping. I would not store it. What they left behind, no matter the value, was being chucked. Semi-adulthood at that point allowed them to see the wisdom of a thorough clean out. The rooms were then mine and even when they came back they understood by then that they no longer had rights to the room! ie: I could enter at anytime and either expect a decent looking room or the garbage bags, in my hands only, were going to be filled. Reaching the point where they also had to pay for their own stuff worked wonders as well. I suggest a job for each of them as soon as labor laws allow!

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      2. It’s been extra challenging with the lockdowns. I feel bad for my kids when I’m not frustrated. The newly cleaned back part of the basement makes me almost as happy as writing words do. And I bet they will come home feeling less stressed knowing they have a nice sanctuary to get home to.

        Also, now they have no excuse anymore. They see how it can look and function. I’ve done my part. It’s up to them now. πŸ™‚

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    1. The unions protecting the teachers of the under 12 kids are very very strong and have list of demands which haven’t been met. There are two camps and you can’t please both.

      But agreed. The bigger portion of parents want kids back IN school AND activities. If that gets shot done I expect major civil unrest.

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