I'm having a rough day today.
Usually I try to post about positive things...but excuse me for a moment...
Please remember I am 14 weeks pregnant, hormonal, and a little "on-edge".
It all started when my husband told me his mother
did not have a potato brush.
I asked him what she usually uses to wash her potatoes.
He replied, (CRINGE) "she just washes them, like normal people."
Oh. no. he. didn't.
But he did.
Evidently...I'm not normal...my own husband thinks I'm "abnormal".
I think I'm gonna lose it...
I'm ready for "our" own space.
Ready for our bedroom.
With our big king size bed.
Where no one busts in on you.
Where it is clean, and organized.
Our own sacred little place.
Ready for our own bathroom.
our double sinks.
Ready for my own CLEAN sparkling kitchen
where things are organized just so.
Where I can cook GOOD wholesome meals for me and boo. nightly.
Ready for my washer and dryer that is a few steps down the hall.
In a room that is heated.
Ready for my couch where Alan and I can lay side by side...
and we can feel at home.
Where I can lay there all night if I want to.
and no one will tell me to "wake up".
I'm really over that one.
Ready for the smell of home.
Clean, light, fresh with the smell of candles,
that I can burn nightly if I want to!
Ready for our own yard.
Where we can plant wintertime pansies.
And Dixie can run and play every afternoon.
Ready for my own thermostat.
That will stay on 70 degrees all the time.
or warmer if I want it.
Ready for that Ahhhh...feeling when I walk in the door of our home.
Ready for the quiet-ness of our home.
Where it's just us.
And if it is noisy.
It's our music playing.
Or our TV.
Or our voices.
Ready for the cleanliness of home.
Where, if it is dirty, it's our dirt.
But that rarely happens.
I would LOVE to clean my house.
Ready for a garage to park in on these cold winter nights.
Ready for my kitchen cabinets and drawers.
My pots and pans.
My baking stone.
my potato brush...
This is the real me too.
And as we all know "it's just one of those days".
Hopefully my "normal" husband will come home in a little while
and hug his "abnormal" wife.
God please help him survive this pregnancy...
I hope you are laughing!