We hooped and hollered and smooched our way into 2013, much like every other New Year. But at 12:01 a.m. on January 1st, I felt fresh. Renewed. Energized!
This was gonna be the year.
The year that my procrastination would crumble. The year my credit card would be shredded and I would live within my means. The year I would leap joyfully out of bed each and every morning and do my workout straightaway. The year I would eschew french fries for salad. The year that every book and craft I have ever started would be finished. The year I would remember to acknowledge all birthdays. The year I would read my stack of magazines. The year I would keep the bathrooms clean!
Yes, at 12:01 a.m. on January 1st I already knew that 2013 was shaping up to be a great year!
But, really, it was going to have to wait. My sister and her husband had come into town with their two kids, ages 11 and 6, for a visit. I truly loved having them stay with us and wish there was a way we could all live together forever! However, reality being what it is, we had a scant five more days before they were going to head back to Iowa. And we had a lot more fun to pack into each and every day!
January 6th would have to be my day. The beginning of the Best Year Ever!
But the day my sister left, I had a little bit of a sore throat. And a lot of sneezing. ”No,“ I said to myself, ”you are not allowed to get sick!“
Myself has never been a very good listener because sick is definitely what I got. Not the easy kind of headcold that you can just pop a couple of Sudafed and go on your merry way. This was the type of cold that pained two big muscles on either side of my neck and then spread up into my skull. I had to take Advil and then send myself to the couch to rest, every movement making my brain feel like it would swell and explode.
I figured it wouldn’t last too long, surely not more than a week. January 14th. That'll be the Big Day, the start of everything!
But that Monday, still at the tail-end of that cold, the Cabinet Guy showed up to return all of our cabinets to their rightful places.
For those of you who may have missed my previous post, our dishwasher had the nerve to break and slowly leak water into our subfloor. No mold, thankfully, but everything—lower cabinets, kitchen island, all of it—had to be yanked so the floor could dry. A project that began right after Thanksgiving. (Side note: Anyone with thoughts of having sudden and unforeseen damage done to your house would do well to wait until after the holidays.)
Anyway, Cabinet Guy was here and got everything back where it was supposed to go. Next up was Floor Guy. Floor Guy had to replace floors in, not just the kitchen, but all of the dining room and half of the living room as well. Meaning that the tower of boxes containing cabinet stuff for the past month and a half would have to be emptied in order to clear the dining room floor.
My husband, Jimmy, had the chintzy excuse of being out of town for business. Unfortunately, six-year-olds and three-year-olds make horrible unpackers and even more horrible putter-awayers, especially when they can’t reach the top shelves. Which just left me to shoulder the work.
Now, as many of you already know, I am a military spouse. So when I say Jimmy is gone ”for business,“ I of course mean that the Navy has sent him somewhere for some training. The amazing thing about my military spousal experience is that if there is a possibility for pest infestation of my home, it will inevitably happen two days after my husband has just left.
Wednesday was no exception.
As I began opening the boxes of tupperware and pans, I noticed a little bug or two. By the time I got to the box that held mostly kitchen gadgets and a few pantry items (one being an unopened box of stuffing), I knew I had a serious problem.
They are teeny tiny flour-loving bugs that do not bite, carry no disease, are not poisonous, and yet still succeed at driving me absolutely bonkers with their inability to just go away!
The Evil Weevils.
Those tiny terrors got into several of the storage boxes—with and without food. What was supposed to be a quick task of putting my kitchen back together, now had the looks of a mass extermination. By this time I had been up too late (again) and was too exhausted for battle, so, in the classic words of Scarlett O'Hara, ”I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.” I headed off to bed.
In the morning, after explaining my weevil woes, I asked the Floor Guys to please move the infected boxes out to the garage, while I stood perched with vacuum cleaner at my side. After taking two boxes out, they came back to find me vacuuming the floor they were about to rip up.
”You don't have to vacuum it, you know,“ Floor Guy said to me kindly.
”It's the weevils!“ I answered, wild-eyed, ferociously pumping my vacuum back and forth. ”I've gotta suck ‘em up in case they were underneath the boxes!“
January 21st. Now that feels like it’s gonna be a great day. The perfect day to kick off the most amazing 2013 ever!
Jennifer Tackett-Hilton is a Virginia Beach transplant (originally from Iowa) and Old Dominion University graduate who swore she'd never date a Navy man.... but never said she wouldn't marry one! Jennifer and her Prince Charming have two adorable (and precocious!) princesses, ages 2 and 5, and one furry pooch, Eddie.
In the (precious little) spare time she has, she enjoys crafting, shopping for new craft supplies, and writing on her blogs, EverAfterLand.com and JenEverAfter.com. You can find her on Facebook at http://facebook.com/everafterland and follow her on http://twitter.com/jeneverafter and http://pinterest.com/jeneverafter.