Suddenly my kids are talking (more on that in a minute), my hair is looking gray, I have a birthday looming in three days, and we're about to close on a house. If I wasn't so tired all the itme, I might feel more accomplished and less OLD.
I'm going to be 29. Go ahead and tell me I'm still a baby.
Anyway, the last few months have been a clustermess of mindf**ks and chaos, mostly due to house hunting. But finally, with the help of the freaking amazing realtor, financial advisor and mortgage lender we've been working with, we found a sweet little manufactured home in EBF, Ohio and I am EXPLODING WITH:
TO GO ALL MARTHA STEWART ON THAT SHIT!
Seriously, Pinterest House. It's going to happen. At the very least, by the time we're ready to re-list the house for sale in five years or so, it'll be beautiful. I can't wait to get started, once we actually close on the house and people stop shitting all over us and postponing our closing date (looking at you, Title Company). Should've happened weeks ago. *sigh*
Also, toddlers. I don't know how many times I said "I just want them to say something! Why won't they talk?!". And now it's more of an "OH MY GOD DO THEY EVER STOP" kind of thing. They learned the word "hola" before "hello", and "Daddy" before "Mommy" (unacceptable). The fun part about talking babies, though, is pronunciation. Guess which letter they leave out of the word "clock"?
So, I will return soon with something useful/amusing/interesting to read, but this is my segue back into the world of blogging for now. And with that, off I go to vacuum crushed Lucky Charms for the second goddamn time today. Rules, people. Make them and enforce them. Don't be me.
