Monthly Archives: April 2013

The good people.

There is so much crappy crap every day done by crappy people.

But there are the good people too. Let’s talk about them for a minute.

Thursday night, after my crazy “I’m losing it” post, Adam told me that a friend of ours from our community group at church could have one of his “drywall guys” come finish our ceiling for “super cheap” while we were gone for the weekend. So Adam agreed (which is indeed a miracle in itself, let me tell you) and when we got home Sunday afternoon, three guys from our church (none of which were the aforementioned drywall guys) were finishing up applying their second coat of mud on the ceiling. The original drywall guys couldn’t make it so three guys from our church did it instead. Leaving only sanding and painting the ceiling for Adam and saving us two entire days of work.

ceiling

The good people.

We won’t talk about how the walls in the same room ended up looking like this (see below) last night though. I think that men “nest” a little differently than women. Just a thought.walls

We can talk about my lovely friends who tell me that my big ole large belly is “the cutest thing ever.” Because we all know that this:belly

Is not cuter than this:cuter

The good people.

I tell you, they’re out there. They meet you in your life, where you are, every day. Right where you are, crap and all. Take a minute and thank them. They’re the good ones. The ones we should be talking about more than the crappy ones who do crappy crap things.

 

 

I’m not ready for that.

Yesterday, I got an email about middle school shadow day.

I’m not ready for that.

Today, I got an email from our church about middle school youth group.

I’m not ready for that.

Tomorrow, I’ll be due with a fourth child in exactly one month.

I’m not ready for that.

Seeing a trend?

I’m feeling mentally unprepared for how my life is changing. How can I have a child old enough to be entering middle school in four short months? Is she really ready for middle school? Middle school is so scary. I don’t want her to feel all that craziness – with friends, with boys, with her parents.

I’m still not sure I’ve totally recovered/accepted from the day I found out I was pregnant. Remember those feelings? I’m ready to move on, but I still don’t have the vision of what our life is going to look like once this baby is actually here.

I’m also feeling physically unprepared. I’m a planner. But I haven’t done enough planning. Because the ceiling fell down, I feel like we’re way behind in getting ready for a new baby. We did actually order bunk beds for the girls, but they won’t be here for another week (crosses fingers that’s when they come). Lucas is still in the crib (converted into his toddler bed) in the nursery. That can’t change until the bunks come so we can shift all the kids’ rooms/beds.

My house is a mess because of all the furniture/toys out of the “broken room” as we call it now. The baby clothes we do have are still in boxes in the attic. We don’t have the new bedding I was planning on buying for the new African-themed nursery I had planned months ago with some items we received from my grandmother. The nursery hasn’t been painted to match the new nursery theme that isn’t even taking shape.

There’s still no real update from the last not real update on the house we’re supposed to maybe be buying. We’re still just waiting on the bank’s decision. Oh, except that the back door of the house had been kicked in sometime in the last week probably. Our awesome realtor and I went to the house today to make sure everything was still there. (It was.)

I feel like I just want it all to be done with. For the ceiling to be fixed. For the house to happen or not. For the bunk beds to come so I can have a nursery. For the baby to come. But…

I’m not ready for that.

Someone help me. I feel like I’m stuck. I’m just tired of it all and wish it was easier right now. That I had planned better and not waiting until a month left to get everything done. Now I feel like there’s too much and I’m overwhelmed.

I’m overwhelmed.