I really can’t tell you how exciting, thrilling, absolutely
wonderful it makes me feel to get picture Christmas cards in the mail. I LOVE it!!!!
I even keep them ALL year long in a basket just in case I need to look
back at them. However, I don’t get the
same thrill from taking pictures of my own kids. I honestly dread the process of getting them
dressed, figuring out a location, and making or attempting to make them act
like civilized human beings. It really
is too bad that I can’t drink any wine right now, or I would have needed a few
glasses over the past several weeks. We
have attempted pictures in a cotton field, at the ginkgo tree, with Santa, and
just in random outdoor places. It’s been
a failed attempt, and I was about to panic.
I considered being Grinchish and saying, “FORGET a card this
year!!!” I knew I would regret it, so I
just pieced together what I could to make a decent card to send out. It’s not my better work.
Yesterday was like our 20th attempt and here is
why I wanted to FREAK OUT on my kids for acting like donkeys. And yes, I just said that…it wasn't a typo!!!
Fancy would probably disagree, strongly disagree, but I have
“tried” to just chill out about things lately.
I stress, plan, analyze, strategize, you know all that stuff… about
every detail of our lives. But right now so much is out of my control, so
what’s a girl to do????
I was recently thinking of what all is going on in our lives
the next three months and here’s what I’ve got:
HOLIDAYS: We have
Thanksgiving this week. Christmas is one
month from today and I have done about 25% of my shopping. How do you shop when you have two trusty
sidekicks with you at all times??? Kind
of hard. I haven’t decorated, and quite
frankly I think my tree might be about 3 feet tall and 8 inches wide!!!!!! Ha ha ha!!!
I just don’t have room in this house for a tree and don’t want to
decorate a lot when I am about to be packing up to move again.
HOUSE: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
the decisions of house building. HOLY
MOTHER OF PEARL there are a lot of decisions.
For starters, Trey and I didn't do things the “normal” way. Most people find a house plan they like and
go with it. Trey looked for house plans
online for a year. He found nothing that
fit the mold of what we wanted.
Therefore, we hired an architect to draw us up some plans. We got very basic plans, which left us to
make tons of decisions. Where do you
want light fixtures? What kind of light
fixtures do you want? Where do you want
to put plug ins and light switches? What
type or how thick of trim/crown molding do you want? What type of brick, paint, exterior doors,
windows, tile, floors, carpet, paint, interior doors, shingles, closet layouts,
cabinets, etc. would you like??? If you
know me, then you know I can’t make an important decision easily. I like to rely on others. I don’t want to mess up. Therefore, I have allowed Trey to pick soooo
much stuff. Like 80% of the house is his
doing. From the beginning I requested a
LARGE pink closet. I want a big closet
that people want come look at kind of big.
I also wanted real brick floors in my kitchen. The rest was up to Trey.
We have gotten along really well. I’m not too opinionated and would like to
think I have been a VERY submissive wife on this whole building process. He has wanted to strangle me several times
for not having an opinion. We still have
to decide on appliances, countertops, garage doors, back splash for the
kitchen, bathroom sinks and faucets, oh and I’m sure I’m leaving out 25 other
things.
MOVING: We've been
renting for 7 months now. Looks like we’re
moving out in 2 more months. Therefore,
there is a lot of packing to do. I was
smart. I left about 50+ boxes packed up
to make the second move easier, or so I thought. Our extra garage has a bit of a spider
problem (brown recluse spiders) so I am going to have to glove up, unpack, and
repack everything in new boxes. Shoot me
now is what that equals.
BABY: Did I mention I’m
pregnant???? Oh yes I am!!!! Six months pregnant, three months to go, and
nowhere near ready for Baby Cake to arrive.
For starters, she needs a name.
Bless this child… she has no name.
The good news is, John Brantley wasn't wasn’t named at this point either. We put a lot of thought into his name and no
one calls him John Brantley… he’s 45 other things. She has no clothes, girlie stuff, bedding,
nothing. It’s not like I can buy much
because we have no room. I can’t
decorate her nursery because we will move about 2 weeks before she
arrives. I seriously doubt I’ll make it
3 more months. I pray that I can, but in
all likelihood, it’ll be 2.5 more months.
JACKSON: Trey leaves
for his representative duties in Jackson at the first of January. That leaves me to be the lone ranger for most
of January, February, and March. Now he
will argue that he will be home some.
Sure, he will, but not enough.
The simple fact that he is going to be 2 hours away makes me want to
glue this baby to the inside of my stomach even longer. I am TERRIFIED to have 3 kids by myself. It’s not just 3 kids, it’s a newborn and two
wild ones too. Prayers Appreciated!!!
AND HORMONES:
Hormones are my favorite. Yours
too?!?!?! Right now I am “A-Okay”!!! I pray ohhh I pray I will be when this baby
comes. The month or so after I give
birth isn’t fun. It was 100 times worse
after John Brantley. Honestly, its
comical now thinking back to how I felt and acted after giving birth, but
people I can’t help it. It’s like a
Jeckyl and Hyde kind of thing. I have no
control. I remember after I had Ford
(about 4-6 days later) a friend and her family stopped by to bring us
supper. I was ohhhh so appreciative of
the food (always am), but they CAME INSIDE.
They sat on my couch. They talked
and acted normal. I was not normal. I was NOWHERE near normal. I wanted them OUT OF MY HOUSE. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and
CRY!!!!!!! Why did I cry, I don’t have
the slightest clue. No clue. After I have a baby people make me a nervous
wreck. All people!!! It seems to hit AFTER I've gotten home… the
crazy that is. So, this is your
warning: I tend to act bipolar crazy
after having kids for 1-2 months. Please
come and visit in the hospital, but beware of visiting my house. Casseroles and sweets are always welcome!!!!
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