6:30 am: Doug takes one for the team and wakes up with the baby who isn't showing signs of going back to sleep.
8am: I wake up. Baby has decided that listening is something that yes, she could do but it's not really in her plans for the day. She knows she is being naughty but is overly tired to do anything but smile about it.
9:30: The roof in the baby's room starts to leak. (Blah.) At this time Twila also decides that she is only going to whine about everything. It is also at this time when I have to start talking myself down...believe I can in fact be patient.
10:00 Lose my shit (In a very calm way...but the stern voice has made itself known). Baby has "quiet time" in her crib
10:30 Cancel viewing with realtor. Feel lucky that Doug is handy and didn't ask me what to do about the roof. Thank the Heavens that he is taking care of the whole situation.
11am: Feed the baby
11:30 Create napping area in another room and try to put the overtired baby to sleep
12:15 Baby isn't napping...again. Bye bye day. Bye bye sanity.
12:51 Try to convince Doug that the baby needs a nap.
1pm: Work on projects. Ignore that I have not eaten in 6 days. Desire time to do yoga. Listen to Doug try to reason with an overtired baby. Wonder what the day will bring. Family hugs.
1:15 Neighbors tree falls down. (Sounded amazing. The sight was shocking.)
1:30 Twila escapes outside. (Time to put locks on the screen doors) and is put in time out. This ends up being nap time and she falls asleep right away, awesome.
3:30 Roofers arrive, inspect, and let us know the roof needs to be replaced. Yaaay!
3:45 I smell Doug's Margarita and it smells delicious. It's the only smell (including the smell of certain people) since beginning of my fast that doesn't make me sick to my stomach. For some reason I am having the unusual side-effect which I have never had while fasting but did have when I was pregnant of extremely heightened smell. Remind myself that will power is a great thing.
4pm Snap this photo to remind Doug that it'll be okay...at least we aren't the neighbor cutting up a huge tree. One day we'll look back on this photo and remember all the hard work it took to get were we are going or remember the place we loved and called home. We may not even remember today.
4:15 Dancing in the kitchen. The day feels like we've had a few stumbles but in this moment we are having only fun and smiles. This is what matters.
5:15 Our real estate agent called to see if we wanted to visit the house in the evening and so we went to one where the highlight was an adorable dog, a sweet matchbox car setup for Twila to play with, and a rope swing...the house was not for us.
Upon leaving that house I saw this hanging on the fridge. The whole life as a competition thing doesn't really speak to me; I don't see life as winning or losing kind of thing. It did make me think though about perspective. If crappy things happen in life we can either be bummed by them and have it ruin our day or we can just believe it's gotta get better...there has to be something ahead to make up for it. I know, pretty hippy. But I would much rather be happy than sad or mad...it's easier.
Upon leaving, Mary, our realtor called to see if we could visit the house right across the street. It was hidden but we saw it driving to the first house and it looked amazing. It was peaceful, clean, move-in ready, almost perfect. We are going to sleep on it and think if we can make it work. So, a busy day comes to an end. In retrospect I think we weathered the day well; however, I am so glad there is another day in the weekend.
Linking up with Courtney and her cell phone link up