Update already.

I received a pointed email with that as the subject. I would love to oblige, but I just feel like I have nothing going on that is interesting enough to share. I feel like it’s just everyday life, and who wants to hear about that hum-drum? But, nonetheless, if you’re willing to put in the time, here’s a recap of the last week, interesting and otherwise:

*Isaac was sick all last week. He started out M-Tu with a fever of 101/102 that just wouldn’t break. I was so neurotic about it all. I called the healthlink twice just to hear that it was ok and what I should keep an eye out for. (You’d think this was my first child with his first fever or something…) The fever broke and then W-Th he was just miserable either listless, crying or trying to sleep and crying. It wasn’t until Friday that I caught glimpses of my happy little guy again. Phew! It’s so scary having someone so sick who’s so small! But the rejoicing was short-lived as…

*Natty and I have both caught his cold. Natty is miserable too. And he didn’t nap on Saturday or Sunday, even though he was put down! Talk about absolutely miserable!! He was down and asleep for the night at 6:30pm both nights—and that couldn’t come soon enough. He is also teething his upper molars. It’s a bloody, swollen mess in there, which could account for some of the misery around here.

*I have spent the weekend trying to nap and fight off this cold so I can be ready for handling both boys alone this week. 2 is hard, but harder when you’re sick. Woe is me, I know. I HATE being sick. Sick sucks.

*Yeah, so, uh, Dan and I have started talking to a counselor about all of the church crap that has happened. It has affected both of us individually, and as a couple… obviously. Life altering situations tend to do that. Anyway, it’s time. We had our second appointment this past week. It was more stressful than our first. Obviously it was a bit more in depth and talked about more emotions and what-not, and since Isaac was sick, he cried, well, like a baby, through the whole appointment, which didn’t help the overall feeling and stress-level of it all. I was ready to go in and chat about how awful the church was, what awful things have happened to us, blah, blah, blah, but it wasn’t so. We talked about how Dan and I communicate. What?! Er—remember how we told you about how awful the church is? Why don’t we dwell there for a bit instead? Why are we taking an entirely different road here and talking about how we communicate? Needless to say (I think) I was caught unaware, and it was pretty draining, I guess.

I’m learning lots about me just by the questions that are posed to me and either my ability or inability to answer them the way I want to. It’s so surreal. It’s like I have lots to say, but either my mind goes blank and I can’t think of an answer that I am satisfied with, OR there’s just too many thoughts and answers bouncing around up there and although I can think them, I can’t open my mouth and articulate them the way I want to. I haven’t figured myself out yet, I guess. 34 years in and I still don’t have a clue. Yikes.

*Dan and I decided not to buy a house right now. I think. Probably, that is. I mean, hopefully nothing good comes on the market. **nervous and embarrassed snickering** I mean, honestly, what are we thinking?? I am on maternity leave and not wanting to go to work in the fall, Dan is going to be jobless in just over 2 months and looking for work again… and we don’t even know if work is to be had in this neck of the woods! What if we buy here only to find out that we have to move again? I mean, the moving part is bad enough, but the realtor fees! To take an expression from Shannon: my laundry!! It’s crazy! I am NOT going to pay those fees twice if I don’t have to. Plus the real estate market is just stupid around here. Stupid as stupid can be. Although we would get an obscene amount of money for this place if we sell right now, we are also buying into an obscenely-priced market. When buying prices come down, then so will our place, but it’s all relative, right? Too big of a decision to make on what-ifs. I’m just too practical when it comes to money. I found when it came down to the wire that I don’t like to take risks.

*We’ve started talking about what we would like to do around here renovations-wise if we are staying around for a bit. In no order, here’s our dream list: (note the word “dream”… please don’t think we actually have the money to carry this all out! Ha!)

1. new ceiling fan a la 2006 in the living room (bye 1980s white style)
2. slate floors in foyer and lower bathroom
3. new bathroom counters (we have new sinks and taps for both that have been waiting over a year to be installed…)
4. garage door insulation (front room is just way too cold in the winter)
5. a screen door for the side of the house. (I guess it’s our only door, now isn’t it? Well, maybe I wanted a screen door on our bedroom.)
6. new matching laundry bi-fold doors (the 1-door-missing look is growing old)
7. a wood deck to go out on our side yard where the swing set presently is
8. new windows for the front room (again, that room is too cold in the winter!)
9. new kitchen cabinets (we’ll go broke on this one alone. Even IKEA is $$$)
10. new kitchen counter and backsplash to complete the look

That’s about all for now. A good start. Can you imagine having enough money to be able to do all of this just because you wanted to? What a outlandish thought.

Anyway, Natty is running around here crying and throwing things as he needs to eat, and Isaac will be up any moment wanting to eat as well. I should do the responsible thing and do the mothering stuff. I’m so glad I found this old laptop to write on down here—otherwise I’d never be able to update! Thank goodness for the ol’ floppy disks. That’s about the level of technology on our home, but, hey, it gets the job done. Happy Monday everyone.