I told this person that I was busy napping instead of writing. That's partly true.
Here's a small glimpse into my life lately:
As countdown to Baby, and moving, and every aspect of my life changing draws closer, I had a bit of an epiphany:
This kid is going to be born, and I don't have one thing to decorate the nursery!It's the important things, friends. The important things.
So, amidst our bare walls, and our stripped-down-ready-to-move home, there are random piles like this:
My poor husband. Good thing he
I realize it's not essential to have nursery decor. The kid isn't going to wake up at 2 A.M. wondering why there are no thoughtful sentiments or coordinating canvas art on the walls.
It's just...hard, I guess (??) But I know it will be okay.
The baby will be okay if there's no art in the nursery.
The move will happen with the help of our amazing church community---I can't even tell you how overwhelming it is to know how many people have volunteered to show up, two days before Christmas, to help us. Unbelievable!
There are even people who will house and help me take care of the two (or three) children I might have while everyone else moves us.
I just don't have control over any of it, right down to the number of children I'll be parenting; therefore I craft, because at least I can pretend that I do have control over that.
And, if nothing else, my mom got the kid an aardvark, and nothing completes a nursery quite like an aardvark can, I mean just look at this guy:
So that's something.