life

Life has a way of getting "busy" without anything substantial happening. Just the day to day routine keeps us hopping, and now we are only 20 days from Christmas and I'm wondering why December is already disappearing when it's just begun. Does this make sense? Maybe only to me.

The past few days, I've been busy helping my mom sew some aprons. What does a two year old do while the grown ups are sewing? Whatever she wants. Even if that "whatever" involves pouring water into candles and making a semi-big mess all over the table.

Ryan has been busy on the home-front as well, tying up loose ends, coordinating subcontractors, and meeting with inspectors. We are ready for stucco on the outside, just need to wait for the drywall, which should be done this week.

Check it out, we have insulation! This is BIG.  We've been rounding up appliances and looking at flooring options and it's all very overwhelming. Especially, when all I can focus on is getting to the finish line as soon as possible.

A few people have asked me if living in our trailer is like camping. No, it is, in fact, decidedly UN*like camping in every respect. I enjoy camping for the fresh air, relaxation, and a good excuse for having dirt on my face. None of these apply to our current situation, in case you're wondering.

Life as we know it resembles nothing I ever imagined. The girls handle it all pretty well, although I think Laci is finally tired of going to grammy's house everyday. Ryan works a lot, and we aren't together as much as I'd like. We are all tired, stressed, and ready for life to settle down. Which I hope happens soon.


Reading on Thanksgiving morning...
the only day I can think of recently where we spent the WHOLE day together as a family.
It was wonderful.


Oh, and my hair is falling out. Which isn't a surprise considering the whole "I had a baby a few months ago" thing. I'm fairly certain it has everything to do with hormones and nothing to do with the fact that my body, brain, and emotions are on overload, but I figured I would just tack that on the end there for FUN. Because saying, "My hair is falling out," sort of just seals the deal on the "I'm really going crazy now" theory I've had for a while.

And I think that about sums up life for the past few days. Tell me, are we having fun yet?