The long weekend was spent painting again, moving furniture, building furniture (ha- not by me), watching things get fixed, running out for refreshments, running AGAIN to Babies R Us, Pottery barn kids, home depot, moving stuff in and out of the storeage unit out of state, getting paint off the floor, and general nest building activities.
A few friends who are actually handy came over for the weekend to help turn our apartment into more of a nest. These friends are weirdly handy. Like- McGiver handy. They came with a SUV full of tools that I cannot even pronounce. They emptied out our closet. I hated them at Saturday night at 11:30 p.m. when they pulled everything out of our closet into the bedroom. Our ONE closet is like the game Jenga. Each freaking thing in there- if disturbed might collapse the entire balance of my universe. We had to empty out the closet because we finally found a contractor who will redesign our closet with a washer-dryer. I believe the contractor starts Thursday.
How shocking it will be to our parents (yeah even at this age) to show up without a laundry bag - but babies.
Speaking of babies, M's next check up isn't til next week. We are thinking everything is okay in there as they both are kicking hard. I usually can cry easily for a sad reason or a good old tragedy. But, when the crib was assembled this weekend- I actually had one of those moments where I cried for relief?/happiness/joy? Oh might my carefully constructed walls/semi-frozen exterior be melting? I am forming a belief that maybe having children is like free therapy. that's my thought for another time- I have a few weeks left (allah/stars/jesus) willing of childless life to gel that thought.
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