What a morning, actually what a week/month! It's been an emotional rollercoaster around here....for me anyways. I have a grandpa in the hospital and a grandma that was just moved out of the hospital, keep them both in your prayers if you think about it. Our house SOLD. What a blessing, and a curse. I'm happy and devastated at the same time. I. Can't. Walk. Away. From. This. House. I can't. But I have to...and not many people will understand the pain that this move will cause me because not many people are so attached to things like I am. Confession time:
My name is Elaine, I'm 28 years old, have 4 kids of my very own.... and I still sleep with my baby blanket. Every night. I took it to the hospital with me when I had my first 3 babies. I left it at home with the 4th because I'm afraid its going to fall apart. This fact gets me made fun of, by my entire family...even my daddy who gets me more than anyone in the whole world (sorry mom).
Growing up I would rearrange my room and then sleep on the couch because the change gave me anxiety. Eventually I liked it but it took time. Don't get me started on redecorating.
This house is special, the memories will go with me and I know that but I don't care. My neighbors won't come with me, no matter how much I beg. It's not like I can bring 2 of my favorite dogs to the house...their home is permanent in THIS back yard. I know new memories will be made, and unfortunately dogs will be burried in the new back yard. Kinda morbid? Little bit. Oh well. It doesn't really matter because I know without a doubt that the new house is where we belong.
We had our house on the market for 4 months, but it didn't sell until this month, while it was off the market. Heavenly Father knew what we needed and his timing is all that matters. We found the perfect house for us. I wasn't thrilled but agreed to put an offer in. Three bids were put in on the same day and we didn't get the house. That's when I realized I wanted it and felt like we really belonged there. We submitted a back up offer just in case the other deal didn't work out. I knew that Heavenly Father intended on us having that house, then we would have it. If not then it just wasn't meant to be. We looked at a few more homes that were nice but they didn't feel right. We got a call on the last day of their option period saying the deal didn't go through and we got the house. We belong there. It's still sad though...
Back to this morning, in the middle of a sewing project I asked Russell to go grab my phone. He slapped it down on the bench next to me anddddd cracked my screen. Uuuggghhhh. 4 big ol cracks. Dang. I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner to be honest. So I sent Wylee and Russell to go play in their room. Wylee came back in upset because Russell wouldn't let her hind the Buzz Lightyear robot so he could go to pretend work. I heard Russell crying but that's not out of the ordinary. I kept sewing. Russell came in the kitchen still crying and I looked over at him and he had.blood all over his shirt, pants, hands, face, and a puddle on the floor. Crrraaapppp. I couldn't even tell where all it was coming from, just his nose and lip. Wylee admitted that she smashed him in the face with the Buzz robot...I went to get another rag and notice blood all over the wall in the hallway too. I'm still not sure how it got on the wall. Either way, I cleaned him up got his nose to quit bleeding and changed his clothes then went back to my sewing. 8 inches left on the top stitch and I ran out of red thread. It's for a birthday party TODAY. Last minute idea. Argh. Now I will show up empty handed with an iou for a one year old...I suck.
The good news is,I have a new puppy!! Her name is Millie and I can't get enough of her. Russell is learning to be sweet. He's not so good at it, but at night they're so sweet! She'll leave me to snuggle Russell, I love it. I guess its her way of saying "I still love you even though you pull my tail and sit on me".
In other news,baby Jared thinks that Russell has brown skin which means he was adopted. Wyatt has decided he.doesn't want a paci anymore....just milk, which makes bedtime a nightmare...and he's 22 lbs.
Good news about the new house... The kids' new school is about 1 minute from a Sonic. So when Russell Owen starts school and I get that first phone call from the office saying I need to come get him, I can swing by and grab a Rt44 on my way :) should soften the blow I would imagine.
Blogging fromy phone pretty much Su ls so I'm done now. Millie ate through the internet cords soooo, yeah. le
