So where was I?
So my baby turned one (you can watch her say it on her links page) and here I am with a toddler, trying to set up my usual glamorous life in a new place and I I must tell you she's not making it easy on me. I couldn't tell you if it's the ferocious crawling or the grabbing of things like the phone, the dog's bowl and the opening of the cabinets or the demanding screaming when her wishes are not being paid attention to. I don't know why I continue working for her, it doesn't really fit my lifestyle.
I am still setting up house and it's sort of coming together but not fast enough for my taste. Some stuff can't be set up before we buy new furniture and that will take a while so there's all this unfinished stuff and these boxes and... See, I like things in order. I have discovered a long time ago that to be able to have a sense of control and order in my head, I need order and control around me. I had a hard time studying in college if my room was a mess. Even when I sit down at the computer and the desk is full of some stupid little insignificant clutter, I have to move it around or at least put it in a neat pile before I can start typing. What is that? Major or minor compulsiveness? I like to hear the washer or dryer running, it makes me feel like order is being made - I feel a boost in my thinking capacities. I feel productive. But now I have this permanent sense of temporality and the demand for order cannot be met and it's messing with my head. I want to organize the new place to enable proper brain function, but then I think, no, I can't make Veronika's curtains before I have decided what colors her room will be and I can't put up pictures in the living room before we buy the necessary furniture and ... then I realize that even if I had all the colors and the shelves I would still have a toddler who would interrupt me every 5 minutes and who has no concept of order whatsoever. So I resign myself to maintaining the status quo and watching cable tv. Yes, I am back to 21st-century-tv-equipment - our house antenna doesn't work here. I'm back, Baby Story!