Things are changing.
I wear glasses now. And aside from a few days where it felt like I had been punched in the face (trust me, I asked Paul about 5 times if he would please just tell me if he hit me while I was sleeping... which he didn't.). Anyway, aside from that, the transition has been smooth. I was amazed (like, truly slack-jawed, with audible gasps and everything) at how much better I can see with them strapped to my face.
We are putting the house up for sale. We've been clearing out all of the 'stuff' we've accumulated throughout the years (and... WOW) to be put into a garage sale this Saturday. Which... I've never taken part in a garage sale before, so it should be fun. We have been looking at houses around the area. Big thing we are looking for... 3 bedrooms on the same level. Right now, the master bedroom and one other room are on the upper floor, while the other two are in the basement. I had planned on having the kids share a room for a bit, so this wasn't a problem. But, considering Alex can not only climb out of the crib, but also into the crib, this won't be happening. I have seen her try to end his life once already (death by eye-gouging.... I walked around the corner to see her thumb IN HIS EYEBALL. That image will forever be burned in my memory....*shudder*), and I don't care to walk into their bedroom one morning to find her sitting on Eli's head. And there is no way I am going to put either of them on a different floor than us at this point... especially since the basement becomes ridiculously cold come November... So.... three bedrooms. Same floor. Also, no pool. We've had enough of sinking money into that, thank you very much. When the kids are older, maybe we'll give it another go.
Also, I am slowly trying to adjust my days to prepare myself for when they will get much longer. Paul is going on deployment for four months come January (WHIIIIIINE), and between now and then, he will be going on trips for work, a week here, two weeks there. I have been attempting to get to the end of the day not feeling like I am going to collapse if so much as an ant blows on me. At this point, I look forward to Paul getting home every day, offering some relief from these two angels of mine. Maybe 'look forward to' is too weak of a phrase. I NNNEEEEEEED Paul to get home and snatch these children away from me before I chuck them over the balcony. I think some days he gets home and he can just see the look in my eyes. The look that tells him to move slowly and not make any sudden movements and to remove the children from my line of sight right this second or so help me...
So yes. I am trying to do things while he is at work like go grocery shopping with both, shower, all those little things that get so much more complicated when you have children. I would like to have somewhat of a routine down before he up and leaves me.
That being said, if anyone wants to visit between January and May, feel free!
I wear glasses now. And aside from a few days where it felt like I had been punched in the face (trust me, I asked Paul about 5 times if he would please just tell me if he hit me while I was sleeping... which he didn't.). Anyway, aside from that, the transition has been smooth. I was amazed (like, truly slack-jawed, with audible gasps and everything) at how much better I can see with them strapped to my face.
We are putting the house up for sale. We've been clearing out all of the 'stuff' we've accumulated throughout the years (and... WOW) to be put into a garage sale this Saturday. Which... I've never taken part in a garage sale before, so it should be fun. We have been looking at houses around the area. Big thing we are looking for... 3 bedrooms on the same level. Right now, the master bedroom and one other room are on the upper floor, while the other two are in the basement. I had planned on having the kids share a room for a bit, so this wasn't a problem. But, considering Alex can not only climb out of the crib, but also into the crib, this won't be happening. I have seen her try to end his life once already (death by eye-gouging.... I walked around the corner to see her thumb IN HIS EYEBALL. That image will forever be burned in my memory....*shudder*), and I don't care to walk into their bedroom one morning to find her sitting on Eli's head. And there is no way I am going to put either of them on a different floor than us at this point... especially since the basement becomes ridiculously cold come November... So.... three bedrooms. Same floor. Also, no pool. We've had enough of sinking money into that, thank you very much. When the kids are older, maybe we'll give it another go.
Also, I am slowly trying to adjust my days to prepare myself for when they will get much longer. Paul is going on deployment for four months come January (WHIIIIIINE), and between now and then, he will be going on trips for work, a week here, two weeks there. I have been attempting to get to the end of the day not feeling like I am going to collapse if so much as an ant blows on me. At this point, I look forward to Paul getting home every day, offering some relief from these two angels of mine. Maybe 'look forward to' is too weak of a phrase. I NNNEEEEEEED Paul to get home and snatch these children away from me before I chuck them over the balcony. I think some days he gets home and he can just see the look in my eyes. The look that tells him to move slowly and not make any sudden movements and to remove the children from my line of sight right this second or so help me...
So yes. I am trying to do things while he is at work like go grocery shopping with both, shower, all those little things that get so much more complicated when you have children. I would like to have somewhat of a routine down before he up and leaves me.
That being said, if anyone wants to visit between January and May, feel free!
4 comments:
sister, I will keep that in mind. for serious. although you don't make that basement of yours sound all too appealing in the winter months... ;)
well, it's tolerable if you use a blanket... or two. alex rarely stays in her bed, let alone under the covers. :) so... i'll make sure to have some blankets on hand. if it would make you more comfortable, i can see if i can get my hands on some alpaca blankets....
I think the dread of my husband leaving for a few months might be worse than his actually leaving.... That being said, we moms have ways of surviving things that we never thought that we could survive before kids. By the way, I really liked your reflections on your anniversary - well said!
Dude I have one word for you. Ok three words: FIND A BABYSITTER.
OMG.
OOOOOOOOMMMMMMMGGGGGG.
Praying for you!
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