Today Baby Girl and I are going to clean the toy room, the kitchen, and Mr. Man's room. That's the plan, anyway; Baby Girl doesn't nap anymore, which is taking some getting used to. Before I hurt myself we were really making progress on the basement, but all momentum has been lost now. B switched around his game room and the sewing/toy room, which is something I've wanted forever, but he kind of mixed the pieces of furniture instead of having clear toy room/ sewing room sections and I can't move any of it. I mean, I don't really know where I want anything to go, but I couldn't move it if I did. I'm hoping to add "family room" to the list of functions that space performs, because why not.
Anyway, I'm now able to be around more, but I'm still getting back in the habit of doing...everything. I'm still adjusting to the fact that I can bend over and pick things up now. It's been months, and I have to remind myself that no, if I bend over I won't feel severe pain or like I might get down and not be able to get back up.
I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and will have a great Christmas. I'm renewing my yearly dream of a Christmas village, and I would love to not have to stand guard over it. Wishes and dreams, right?