A Little Piece of Mother Heaven

It's 5:30. I'm sitting at the computer browsing recipes trying to find something to make for dinner (a little late I know), and Hyrum climbs on to my lap whining that he is SOOO hungry. It gets pretty pitiful as he burys his head on my arm. Next thing I know he's out on my mouse arm.

It's a little difficult to maneuver.

Oh good he changed positions.

Now there is a little piece of mother heaven.

(If you're thinking that my kids are going to starve to death don't worry, I'm pretty sure there are enough leftovers in the fridge. In the meantime though, I'm just going to sit here and enjoy).

Never Ending

I love the part in the Incredibles when she calls her husband and says "We are officially moved in." And he is wondering what the heck she is talking about because they moved in 3 years ago. But she had finally unpacked the last box. Now we have a ways to go before we unpack our last box but I am wondering if I will feel all the way moved in even when that happens.

The thing is, there is always so much to do. We lived in our last house for four years and never did all of the things to the house that I wanted to. I have so many lists (yes that is lists not just items on a list) of things that I want and need to get done I hardly even know where to start. We have unpacked enough to survive and then stopped unpacking. There are too many things that need to be done. Cleaning, painting, and repairs on our old house (it would have been nice to have all that done while we were living there). At our new house there is re-keying the locks of course (would have been helpful had the previous owner left us ALL of the keys), putting our bed together so that when my husband scoots close to me we don't drop through the bed frame to the floor. And then there is the plumber and electrician we need to call out. Those things are easy to do but not so easy on the pocket book. That's about a tenth of the things on our list that need to be done here, and then there all the cosmetic things that I want to do.

Then there is our backyard. Have you seen it? It's beautiful. Complete with gazebo's, a koi pond and spa. It has cute little lamp posts and a nice area for patio furniture that we can entertain with. You can tell the previous owner put a lot of work into it. Unfortunately a beautiful yard is not what we need with two little boys. We need a play area, and we are going to have to tear something out to get that. I feel bad tearing any of it out because it's all so nice. Can you PLEASE come by and tell me what I should tear out to get a play area? I really am clueless. Just stop by and give me advice. While you are at it tell me how to arrange the furniture in my living room. Of course we won't actually do any of the work until it cools down but at the rate I'm going I won't have anything figured out by then.

It's not bad here. In fact it's really nice. I'm just trying to realize that the house will probably never be the way I want it. That's OK though, I don' t know what I would do in a perfect house.

Exhaustion

We got home from vacation 2 days ago and we are moving in another 2 days.I am just starting to get over being sick and my kids still have coughs from when they were sick. In the midst of packing, painting, arranging utilities, moving trucks and just plain doing the stuff that needs to be done everyday (laundry, dishes) I have become exhausted, and there is so much more to do.

I don't really have time to be blogging and that's why I haven't posted anything about the 2 fantastic reunions that we were able to go to, but this is something I really want to remember. I was just getting to that point where I wanted to just crawl in bed and give up when they boys asked me to read a book. I sat down and read a short story and by the end Hyrum had fallen asleep on me. After the book was over I just sat there holding my baby.

It was wonderful.

And rejuvenating.

After spending a little time holding my child I am ready to go again. I put him to bed and got the laundry going, and now I am ready to tackle all those boxes.

Thank Heaven for little boys.

It's Official

We have two mortgages.

Shopping

Since we are both moving and going on vacation soon I have been trying to buy less at the grocery store, however that found me today without any bread. I decided to make a trip down to the discount bread store and pick up a loaf.

I grabbed a loaf and then spied the english muffins We love english muffins and decided that we could eat them pretty quick so they made it into the cart. Time to go!

But look! Entenmanns doughnuts are really cheap. They would be good breakfast for when we are on the road. But the kids want the cinnamon rolls, they don't look all that yummy to me, I'd rather have the doughnuts. Ohh . . . what's that? Entenmanns is having a buy 2 get one free sale? OK we can have doughnuts and cinnamon rolls and I'll throw in some pound cake for good measure.

Alright, I'm walking to the check out. Oh look! Pretzels are only $1.29 a bag! They are at least $2 at the store and my kids eat pretzels like they are going out of style, better grab a bag of those. What was that you said Mrs. Check out lady? The prices on pretzels have just dropped to 99 cents! Oh I better grab a couple more. Good. Now we are done. What? More good new from Mrs. Checkout Lady? I spent over five dollars so I get an item off of their free item shelf. Well I don't mind if I do.

At last I make it home. Who's ready for a sandwich? Let me find that bread. What? You want milk with your sandwich? Oh. . . we're all out. I guess we better go to the store.

Dad

I have a friend who on Fathers/Mothers day writes a memory of her parents. I thought that was a fabulous idea so I'm stealing it.

I don't know if having bad dreams are genetic but if so Alan has inherited it from me. Alan is frequently crawling into our bed at night after a bad dream. I did the exact same thing with my parents ALL the time. But I always crawled in on my Dad's side. My Dad didn't get frustrated at the frequency that I would be climbing in bed (or at least he didn't show it). I could always count on being able to fall asleep in his bed and when I was sound asleep he would carry me back to my own bed. Dealing with a lack of sleep from having kids in my bed makes me appreciate even more my Dad's patience. Happy Fathers Day Dad! Thanks for being the man you are.