Thursday, March 10, 2016

march thoughts.

sometimes at night i lay in bed trying to plan out our life.  like where to live, should we buy a house, when will we sell our apartment contract, what size moving van, the timing and dates for everything.  basically my brain swirls in circles because nothing is set in stone yet.  which is not good for that planner part of me.

my sewing projects list is at an all time high.  mostly because i'm only "allowed" to move one bin of fabric.  which means my second bin needs to be turned into "things" and not just fabric... sewing for days.

i wonder, nearly every day, how people have more than one child.  like i take a nap every day.  how do you care for one (or more!) kid, and be pregnant, and get nap time?!

i had to sign my official "i'm not coming back" papers at work.  i'm so so so grateful for my job.  i have loved [almost] every minute of it.  and teenagers are my favorite.  

i have to take a standardized test to re-certify as a teacher next week.  i can't remember the last time i took a test... wish me luck.  also, you have to basically pay a million dollars to get your license renewed.  background check, fingerprints, pay for the test, etc.  they say you get a pay raise next year, but i don't think it even covers it.  [i don't love all the hoop jumps.]

i try to embrace the struggles that are ahead, like no sleep and how "hard" it's going to be to have a child.  i don't think i fully realize.  which slightly terrifies me.  what if i'm not ready?  i don't even know how to take care of my own child.  this isn't babysitting where you get paid and then give it back.

also, i just tell my self how excited i am to move because if i think about what i'll miss it makes me cry.   family, mountains, friends, cafe rio.  look, i'm crying already.

it's nearly halfway through march and i haven't even taken a picture.  but hey, the weather's been great, so let's end on that positive note.  oh, and derek wants a pet micro-pig.  it's weird.

1 comment:

  1. Trust me . . . no one is ready for parenthood. It's impossible to completely prepare yourself, because there is no other experience like it. But you and your children learn together what you need to do, and it's awesome. And crazy. And terrifying. And miraculous.

    You'll be a good mom, believe me!

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