In the morning

It's very quiet here at the moment.  Definitely at the moment.  I haven't peaked into Eliza's room to see if she immediately dropped off to sleep or not, for fear she's lying there playing with her Bunny Tracks and will pop up and want out if she sees me.  But I can hope.

Our mornings often seem to go like this: a frenzy of getting Eliza up, nursed, fed breakfast, bathed and freshly diapered and dressed all before she's ready to crash for that morning nap.  Somehow, she seems far more ready and willing for that ready nap (as short as it lasts) than she ever is for the afternoon one.  And I'm always torn as to whether to enjoy the quiet, easy moment, or hove-to and get some work done.  Today, the living areas desperately need tidying: it was a busy weekend and the only free moments I was too tired to contemplate cleaning the kitchen.  It must be done and done today!  So maybe I'll go off to work as soon as I'm done with this post.

The busyness boils down to that, with the help of a small handful of friends, we almost emptied our storage unit into the apartment and the basement.  The basement is far more full than the apartment.  It is stacked with boxes and furniture that will never fit (or be able to get through the door) into our apartment.  The apartment has furniture all set up and ready to go for us when we get to move in.  And somehow it still feels empty.  It needs some lamps and some pictures hanging on the wall, hopefully, eventually, some nicer shades on the windows and some curtains, and then maybe it will feel homey.  At the moment it doesn't even feel complete enough to pass for a staged home for sale.  It is my darling hope and wish that the bathroom will be done this weekend and that we will start to move in.  We shall see.  Dad has been very hard at work at it, though, and he and his friend who is working on it as well have made wonderful progress.  Hopefully, soon, the floor will be laid, the plumber and electrician invited back.  Thinking on that... it will likely be closer to two weeks before we move in.

And then, I hope to start a new routine.  I am trying to train myself to get up early in the morning with Nick and get going on the day.  To have my quiet moments then.  The only problem is that Eliza often gets up earlier when I do that, thereby cutting quiet times short.  How does she know?  Which makes me want to enjoy all these quiet moments during nap time all the more.  More on what I'd LIKE to be doing during naptimes another time, maybe.  For now, I need to decide: enjoy some reading or get to work.  Sigh, never an easy decision.