I’m sure you are getting tired of listening to us Texans complain about the heat. But come on… here is the five day forecast… 103, 103, 103, 101, 101. Sigh. Yes, it’s Texas and it gets hot in the summer but this is ridiculous. I’m moving.
I feel like I did when I was a little kid and mad at my mom. Packed up my ‘going to grandmas’ suitcase and walked down the street. Then walked back home.
Just let me pout for a bit about the weather. Deep breath.
Okay, I’m over it. But I still want to move.
It’s a bit of a conflict of interest. This wanting to move and nesting. But that is where my rollercoaster of pregnant emotions has left me.
Remember the dresser I told you that I scored at a garage sale for $20 a couple of weeks ago? Beveled mirror. On wheels. Perfect for the kids new shared room.
It’s now got a new coat of white paint and new brass knobs.
We moved Keegan in with Makena. I had grand plans to paint the room. Paint their grandfather’s twin size beds for them. Totally decorate the room. But this pregnancy thing has caught up with me and I’m a little less ambitious.
So Makena is still in her big ‘princess and the pea’ bed. The walls are still pink. But now Keegan’s little bed is in the room under the paper lanterns. Which, I might add, he tries to pull down daily. Boys.
Maybe I’ll get around to it someday after the baby comes. Maybe not. Maybe I’ll just move to Alaska to cool off for a bit. Maybe not.
Stay cool friends.
