I am currently laying on the floor of my apartment listening to the neighborhood dogs bark at the rising sun feeling... grouchy. My apartment feels blah. My closet feels overflowing and still blah. My kitchen counters feel cluttered yet there's no other place to put the sugar jars. My shoe closet is a nightmare. I don't have a new Fall coat. And quite frankly, no one is paying me any attention.
These are pretty trivial complaints, I know (you're lucky I didn't add "I cut myself on my foundation bottle" to the list, because that happened three times yesterday!). But sometimes, the world just isn't quite turning your way and there seems to be the lingering scent of fish on the left side of the sink counter that you can't identify. I feel confident blaming all of this on Ben, whose new best friend is a donor (that's a cadaver in med school speak). He is more interested in mapping out the muscles of the back (who knew there were so many) and scraping the fat and skin off of a body than catering to all of my needs like: "more ice water" and "tea!"I guess I am going to need to adjust, adjust, adjust really quickly to no longer being the center of his world and his free-time occupation. The free time has dwindled and any second of it is now being spent washing the formaldehyde smell off of his clothing. Boo!
We're also still struggling along making friends in the new city and as of yet, haven't met anyone that doesn't have a 2 year old. Hey, childless folk of Portland, be our friends! We did manage to get some friend time on the schedule this Sunday and in three weeks from now and I am meeting up with a Portland blogger today for happy hour (thank goodness for socialization!). So I am hoping these things will brighten my days and I can stop laying on the carpet moaning and forcing the cat to cuddle with me for some human interaction.