I mayyyy have mentioned once or twice that we bought a house. Well, we are finally living in it as of Tuesday. Phew.
I am digging everything about it; I just wish that I wasn’t so preggers so I could help organize it JUST the way I demand, er, like it to be. So, this is a practice in patience for me. I wish this practice would hurry up and be over with soon.
I’d like to call this photo Moving Day: Mike’s Mind vs. Jenna’s Mind
And here are a few posts that were so good that I didn’t auto delete them from my reader this week. Nothing personal, people. Moving is a lot of work.
Jen: on finally bringing home her latest edition
Grace: on surviving three under three
Hallie: besttt products for pregnancy and postpartum
Not only are we in the midst of moving, but we are also in the midst of Ellen’s Epic Tantrum Festival. I know, I know. Every kid goes through the terrible twos, but crap, they are terrible. I feel like my awesome kid is gone, and Tantrum Every 15 Minutes Molly has come to replace her.
The only thing that has worked so far is just to tell her, “I can’t understand you when you talk like that,” and then I ignore her. But, you know, when she throws a freaking fit every.single.time. I need to change her diaper, put on her bib, change her clothes, she drops something, I don’t understand her, the list goes on, it makes me want to lose my ever-loving mind. I may have already.
I am sending her to this guy.
My mantra and happy song these days. Why? See #6.
I honestly don’t know who I am linking up with today. Jen is hopefully home snuggling her Joseph, so check there for directions and for people who know what they are talking about.