Well, it looks like this is probably going to be one of those posts where I talk about whatever comes to mind, in whatever order it comes, and then chase whatever rabbit trails I find along the way.
TRY TO SUPPRESS YOUR EXCITEMENT.
I suppose the best thing to do is to get all my SNARKY out of the way first. Basically, November and December (so far) have been like freight trains, or that bus from Speed, or really really fast cruise ships that are headed STRAIGHT FOR MY HEAD.
Between house renovations, being pregnant, doing what needed to be done for SHADOWS’ release, teaching high school all day, and taking care of Baby Girl M in the afternoons, well, I’m sure you can guess the two things that have happened:
1) I have just about lost my mind, and
2) My house is basically a disaster area. As is my car, which I feel like I live out of.
Rob and I were talking the other night about how everything that is happening right now is SO GOOD. New house? Good. Full-time jobs for both of us? Gooood. Healthy, rambunctious two-year-old? Gooooooooood. Book release? New baby? Christmas and five birthdays all in December? GOOD, GOOD, GOOD.
But at the same time, we rarely know our own names or what day it is.
There’s also been an outbreak of Why Can’t People Just Do Their Dang Jobs (WCPJDTDJ). If you’re not familiar with this particular syndrome, here are some of the symptoms:
1) People do not listen to you when you tell them what you need. (Variation: They listen, but they ignore.)
2) The people in charge do not tell their employees what you need, causing a giant, festering miscommunication that results in many phone calls to people in various departments at your local hardware store, none of which provide satisfactory answers.
3) In spite of the fact that you confirm shipping dates, delivery dates, and processes SEVERAL TIMES, as the delivery date for your item nears, you are suddenly told it “probably won’t be there on time.”
4) Deadlines mean nothing to anyone, and no one returns your calls, ever.
Now, I’m exaggerating a bit on some of these. But you know what I mean. It’s like, “Why do I have to worry about THIS thing when it is THAT person’s job to make it work the way it is supposed to? WHY CAN’T PEOPLE JUST DO THEIR DANG JOBS?”
I feel like I’ve said that a hundred times in the past few weeks.
Let’s move on to the Butterflies and Kittens segment of today’s show, shall we?
Baby Girl J is still coming along beautifully. She’s due January 15, so I’ve got like, 5 1/2 weeks left. (Ish.) I’m planning to put her crib together in the new house this weekend, and I am UNCONTROLLABLY excited about this because if there is anything I love, it’s putting together a baby’s room.
And, in other good news, MANY people have told me that they have ordered SHADOWS, and I just can’t tell you… I mean, seriously…
THANK YOU. It just means the world.
The new house, although we worried it might actually kill us, seems to be transforming from DIY Construction Zone of Chaos to This Might Be An Actual Home, which is encouraging. We got new carpet put in, and can I just say that nothing makes me quite as happy as brand new carpet?
Because really. NOTHING.
Rob has worked about 4,000 hours in the past three weeks, painting and painting and painting the inside of that house. It is BEAUTIFUL and he has done such a spectacular job. I’m going to make him a Husband Of The Year trophy because if anyone deserves it, it’s the guy who works from 7:30 to 5:00 and then spends three more hours painting a little girl’s bedroom while ladybugs flutter around his head.
(Did I tell you about the ladybug infestation? No? Well, there is one. But really, if you’re going to be infested with something… well, it could be worse.)
Anyway, that’s all for today. See you next week!