Details, Details, Details
If you read this blog regularly, you might remember we have a house for sale. But then again, maybe you won't. It's been 9 months since we put the ole' place on the market and having high expectations, our hopes soon plummeted into oblivion as we were forced into a two-mortgage situation and a bridge loan that nearly killed us financially (hey we are still eating and managing to keep both homes heated/cooled and in working order). Well, there may be light at the end of the tunnel. That's all I'm sayin'. And if you send congratulations my way, I might strangle you because the real estate market is that fickle. And I am that superstitious that this supposed deal might not go through (so keep all that info under your hat and try to imagine I've never let you in on this little secret).
You also might recall that I am pregnant. Seven months pregnant (and a few days) to be exact. It's been going swimmingly. Or as buoyant as once can expect in the sudden 95 degree heat that has hit the area. I am almost waddling (that lovely pregnancy posture is still about 4 weeks away) from air conditioning to air conditioning wondering what possessed me to conceive in the late winter/early spring months so that I would endure the hot of summer with a uterus (thus a belly) the size of a whale. But hey, who am I to complain? I'm managing the weight decent this time and the baby is healthy. But swollen limbs aside, I am doing fine as fine can be.
Oh--and that one other thing--the whole idea of motherhood and parenting? Yeah. I'm that too. And this week I think I hit my all time low. On my watch, the darling son of mine, dangled himself off the arm chair and then immediately fell from it crashing into some combination of the coffee table and his plastic-piece-of-shit rocket launcher toy. And if that isn't bad enough, it lacerated a gaping hole near his right eye. One that required immediate ER attention and a brush with stitches. Or well, skin crazy glue. But the blood stains, and my somewhat quick thinking to butterfly band-aid the thing saved us any worse fate. But now my kid has forever a black eyed photo from summer camp and a swollen eye to remember for the rest of his life.
The writing thing? Yeah, I think about doing that too. When I am not dozing off between home improvement shows. I'll get around to it, as I am still crazy enough to think I can finish my latest novel before child two arrives. Well, at least that is the plan I am telling myself I will adhere to.
Is it as crazy as it is for me for you?
You also might recall that I am pregnant. Seven months pregnant (and a few days) to be exact. It's been going swimmingly. Or as buoyant as once can expect in the sudden 95 degree heat that has hit the area. I am almost waddling (that lovely pregnancy posture is still about 4 weeks away) from air conditioning to air conditioning wondering what possessed me to conceive in the late winter/early spring months so that I would endure the hot of summer with a uterus (thus a belly) the size of a whale. But hey, who am I to complain? I'm managing the weight decent this time and the baby is healthy. But swollen limbs aside, I am doing fine as fine can be.
Oh--and that one other thing--the whole idea of motherhood and parenting? Yeah. I'm that too. And this week I think I hit my all time low. On my watch, the darling son of mine, dangled himself off the arm chair and then immediately fell from it crashing into some combination of the coffee table and his plastic-piece-of-shit rocket launcher toy. And if that isn't bad enough, it lacerated a gaping hole near his right eye. One that required immediate ER attention and a brush with stitches. Or well, skin crazy glue. But the blood stains, and my somewhat quick thinking to butterfly band-aid the thing saved us any worse fate. But now my kid has forever a black eyed photo from summer camp and a swollen eye to remember for the rest of his life.
The writing thing? Yeah, I think about doing that too. When I am not dozing off between home improvement shows. I'll get around to it, as I am still crazy enough to think I can finish my latest novel before child two arrives. Well, at least that is the plan I am telling myself I will adhere to.
Is it as crazy as it is for me for you?
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