Navigating my cart around stunned UR freshman who just can’t figure out which laundry basket they should buy.
Having to pee 4 times in the 45 minutes I was there because SOMEONE is camped out on my bladder.
Realizing that none of their maternity jeans (or anyone’s, really) fit me. And then almost crying in the dressing room because PANTS I HATE THEM.
Watching the checkout guy’s face turn red when he had to get a price check on the breast pump accessories set I was buying.
Listening to the frantic cries of a newborn whose mother was too busy texting to to notice that her child’s diaper had EXPLODED POOP ALL OVER THE CAR SEAT.
Now that my life has taken on a relatively normal status, hopefully Zappturday posts will actually be happening… maybe even on Saturday!
Without further ado, here’s your weekly dose of Zapp goodness:
Proof that this dog is not at all selective in who/what she cuddles.
You’d think that as I now *can* nest, I would actually *be* nesting.
Not so much.
The house looks pretty much the same as it did on Sunday. Do I care? No. Because for a good long while I wasn’t even sure we were going to get this house. So I’m perfectly fine living in chaos for a while, as long as the chaos is in *this* house.
And let’s be honest, who wants to unpack when you could be eating cereal and watching The Mary Tyler Moore show on hulu?
Exactly.
We are most definitely in the third and final trimester now. Picture after the jump…
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All of our clothes are still in suitcases, and I have no clue what went where in my kitchen cabinets, but we’re getting there.
Thanks to some incredible, wonderful, and very handsome and strong people, the POD was unpacked by 5:30 on Friday - a full hour before we had even asked people to show up. We spent yesterday unpacking and cleaning. Ross and his dad also got a couple things accomplished on our to-do list while Ross’s mom continued to unpack and my mom and I went to Target to stock up on shower curtains and the like for our THREE AND A HALF BATHROOMS. WTF.
Today Ross’s dad is coming back over to install a ceiling fan, but other than that, we’re taking a break today. There will be some unpacking, but mostly we’ll be trying to settle in. And napping. Oh! the napping.
Hopefully the dogs will get plenty of time to adjust today. It’s been pretty chaotic over here the last couple days with lots of people in and out and so much going on. It seems that Shooter and Zapp switched personalities upon walking in the door. He spends his days prancing around while she cowers from corner to corner, not knowing what to do next. Every strange sound makes her lose her sh*t (figuratively and literally), and if she’s left alone in a room, there is much woe expressed with brain-crushing howls. I’m considering valium. For everyone.
I’ll post pictures soon. Pictures of our new house. With four bedrooms. And three and a half bathrooms.
You would think what with the stress of selling and buying a house finally being over, I would have experienced a nice, solid sleep last night.
Not so much.
After going to bed at 10:30, I woke up at 4 ready to go.
I like to think of this not as a result of my insane tendency to obsess over details like where we will put all of our furniture in the new house and more as a blessed event in which the Good Lord is preparing me for being awoken by the squawks and screeches of a delightful newborn in a few short months.
It’s going to be a long day.
The old house was sold as of 1:30 this afternoon.
The new house was bought as of 4:30 this afternoon.
I am so tired I can’t believe it. I’m sure my levels of uselessness will be astounding for the next few days.
I currently have two new loves of my life: PODs and our mortgage guy (If you want his name, email me and I’ll give it to you. Talk about hustling. He made what normally happens in two months happen in two weeks.)
This will mark poor Ross’s third night of sleeping on floors. He spent Tuesday and Wednesday sleeping in the old empty house with the dogs. Tonight he will sleep in the new empty house, also with the dogs (who are thoroughly confused and probably completely scarred, what with all the back and forth over the last few days). Meanwhile, I’ve been residing in a lovely guest room (let’s be honest, it’s more like a suite) at my in-laws’ house with my own bathroom, TV, and lots and lots of pillows.
I drove back and forth between my in-laws’ house and other various locations for a total of about six times today. I think I’ve used as much gas in one day that I did all of last month.
I have no clue what day it is.
Our new front door automatically locks when it shuts. I predict several incidents of me locking myself out of the house while the new baby is left inside.
Friday: Work. Got good news about the house. Home. Dinner with the in-laws. Home to putter and off to bed.
Saturday: Up early to start packing everything we own. Lunch. More packing. Realized the contractors doing repair work on our house messed up our Internet and cable. More packing. Nap. Off to Sears Scratch and Dent to look for a fridge. Made a trip to Home Depot to look there, too. Went to the gym to work off frustrations. Picked up semi-healthy dinner from Ukrop’s. Watched a zillion episodes of Smallville on Ross’s computer. To bed.
Sunday: Up to putter. Out to get lunch and shop for fridges some more. To church early to let people in. Church service. Picked up dinner. Watching more Smallville. To bed soon. Ready for Thursday.
The POD is delivered tomorrow. Pray for lots of space on the street.
After the constant uphill battles, I’m starting to feel like I can say that we will be moving into our new house next week.
There were issues with appraisals and inspections that made me start to think that maybe this wouldn’t happen. But the appraisal issues got figured out this week and today a structural engineer confirmed that everything is good to go with the new house.
So, save any issues that could come up with paperwork, on Thursday we will be saying goodbye to this house and taking position of the house we will call home for a long time, the house we will bring our babies home to.
It’s starting to feel really, really good.
