The accusation that bloggers tend to give only the happy, shiny bits of their lives—or, conversely, only the tragedies—is a valid criticism. It’s easy to be all YAY FLOWERS AND SUNSHINE and equally easy to be all BOO WAH DRAMA DESPAIR. As for me, I feel like I’m… well, sort of like that in real life? Clearly my black-and-white, all-good-or-all-bad apples didn’t fall all that far from the emotional dysregulation tree, is all I’m saying. Also, stop looking at me like that.
I try to strike a balance, both online and off. I know that shades of gray are (generally speaking) more “true” than black and white (and not THOSE kinds of shades of gray, either, you pervert). I also know I have a tendency to either see something shiny or not quite know how to feel about a particular detail of a situation and then I kind of leave you hanging. I’m not doing it on purpose, I’ve just sort of wandered off or marinated in my own delicate feels and gone silent. Upon reflection I can see where this would make the average reader want to punch me in the face, sometimes. I apologize. Please don’t punch me, because I’m a delicate flower.
So, without further ado: Allow me to attempt to catch you up!
Happy truth about the leaky pool: A couple of you have asked about the resolution of our never-ending pool saga. Your curiosity is warranted, because I bitched endlessly and then went silent without announcing “HEY, IT’S FIXED,” and as everything that could possibly go wrong DID go wrong, assuming all was well and I just forgot to mention it would’ve been silly. So: after over a dozen visits from the pool guys and a leak detection specialist and a metric ton of “pool putty,” the leak was determined to be in a location along the steps (not in the liner itself), and after MUCH back and forth, it seems to have been rectified. At the very least, Otto has been doing this thing called a bucket test which involves trying to gauge water loss from evaporation vs. loss due to leakage, and even though it’s really unclear that there was ever a definitive, final fix AND it’s been raining and raining so it’s hard to check for real, it would seem that our amount of water loss is now “within tolerance.” Also, the pool place hasn’t asked for payment yet. So that’s all good.
Unhappy pool addendum: So about a week ago, between storms, Otto and I decided to go for a swim! If you religiously read the comments on posts here, you may already know that Otto then discovered that there are at least two objects underneath the pool liner in the deep end which do not belong there (probably rocks). One assumes that in the course of removing the first, defective pool liner and putting in the second one at breakneck pace, the guys didn’t bother to check and make sure nothing had been knocked into the pool in the interim. These objects could well rip the liner. We’re waiting for the pool guys to return Otto’s call. So… yeah.
Happy truth about my crazy garden: The season of endless blanching/freezing of beans and peas and roasting of tomatoes for sauce is in full swing, and like always, I am absurdly pleased that with not a terrible lot of effort, food sprouts right outside my door. I’m making some tomato sauce RIGHT NOW, in fact. The house smells amazing.
Unhappy garden addendum: I have battled bugs, I have watered from rain barrels, I have composted and fertilized and over the years learned how to combat most planting problems in some fashion, but this year has me stumped. Half my plants are dying, and I think it’s because they’re drowning. What’s the fix for excessive rain? I have no idea.
Happy truth about my pantry: Over the last few days I posted a few pictures dubbed “pantry porn” for my friends on Facebook to ogle, because Otto decided he was going to clean out and organize us once and for all. We have a pretty wide/deep food pantry closet, but it was overflowing and messy and crock pots were constantly falling off of piles of things and it was basically a disaster area. Plus, we were storing “overflow” food in the laundry area, because not everything even fit in the pantry. Otto cleaned it out, organized, installed sliding racks (I KNOW), and basically made my Facebook friends green with envy.
Unhappy pantry addendum: Although the pantry looks great now and my husband is awesome, in the course of cleaning out he found so much expired food—some of it from my move down here, six years ago—that I now feel like we are far too wasteful and disgusting to deserve this lovely, organized food space. Also, the children keep taking things out and putting them back in different places, probably because they hate me.
Happy truth about summer math hell: Today is the VERY LAST DAY of the class designed to kill its students, and if you’ll indulge me in a quick brag, my kiddo is not only completely rocking it, her teacher recommended her for a peer tutor position, which I gather is kind of a big deal. The final is next week and then it’ll be high-fives all around.
Unhappy math hell addendum: Sounds fantastic, right? The flip side is that this has been five weeks of UTTER TORTURE for everyone involved. While the teacher cannot gush enough about how completely awesome Chickadee is—and don’t get me wrong, she is—Chickadee has managed to lose access to her cell phone, Facebook account, email, and even her iPod through various, ah, shall we say, creative interpretations of house rules for the duration of this class. It has been a long slog of frustration on both sides, and I think we’re all ready for it to be over.
[WTF addendum to the math hell addendum: Things got so crazy in here that Chickie's therapist ordered some additional testing based on a "hunch." Mind you, this kid has had two supposedly complete neuropsych evals in the last couple of years, so imagine the surprise of everyone involved when the results of this recent testing came back as "Oh, hi there, terrible parents, did you know that your child has a raging case of ADD? No? PAY ATTENTION MUCH, JERKS?" (For the record, "Oh, look, something SHINY!" is not the right answer to that question....) We are still trying to fit this latest puzzle piece into the big picture (amidst much confusion and swearing, true), but... um, I have to stop thinking we're running out of curveballs, because my kid is turning out to really be the special-est special snowflake that ever flaked. Or something.]
I think that’s everything. Maybe. I really don’t know. Fair and balanced! Or at least balanced. For the moment.