You may have already realized this, but I am crazy. Do I love chaos? Do I embrace stress? I am not sure. I do know that I do well under stress, and I get more done with deadlines. Noah and I were talking last week about how close I was to completing my goal of walking 210 miles between 30-40 weeks of pregnancy. I almost said what I was thinking, but then thought better of it.
He knew what I was going to say and challenged me to say it. Secretly I don't want the baby to come until after the due date so that I can finish the 210 miles.
That is crazy.
What else is going on? Well, Saturday our soon-to-be BIL James came over and helped Noah work on tiling the countertops. It was a big help, because as Noah says, "I love working with you, babe, but James- he understands the metric system." sigh. The metric system is one thing (to my shame) that I seem completely unable to grasp. Saturday evening we hosted Deacon's "kid" party at our church. Thankfully it was at our church because we had 13 boys there ages k-3rd grade and it was crazy. Some of the dads stayed and they all had fun playing dodge ball, eating, watching a movie and than playing more dodge ball.
Sunday, Noah worked more on the tiling and removed the kitchen sink. It is not an easy thing to take care of a house, be 9 months pregnant and keep 4 children fed without a kitchen sink. Just sayin'. I have only had 1-2 near panic attacks in the 48 hours we have been sinkless. Noah is quite helpful when I am about ready to lose it saying things like, "stop it right now." That sounds mean, but it actually is quite effective in helping me to buck up and just deal with the situation. After all, I asked for the countertops.
Monday night we hosted Deacon's extended family party without the sink. Let's just say there won't be any more parties at my house until I have a sink. The oven has also been out of place and the microwave and dishwasher are no longer usable either. Noah thinks maybe Christmas Eve I will have everything back.
Tonight's plan is to finish wrapping presents and get my room and some stacks of papers in order. Every night before I go to bed I look around and feel panicky...if I were to go into the labor during the night I would be leaving the house in a very disorganized state. Tonight I am hoping to feel better about things when I go to bed. Good night!