Have I said yet how much I miss the slower pace of the British life? I really do miss it. I miss being bored, reading books, having time to clean, writing blogs, e-mailing, walking around town, etc. I’ve decided too that I really didn’t miss driving; I really don’t prefer to drive either. I think that now that I’m carrying precious cargo I’m really much more aware of how unaware people are. And Americans are terrible drivers; the British are much more cautious and conscious of others. So that’s my moaning for the day.
We are super busy right now. I’d like to say that this is only for a season, but I’m afraid that it’s not. My house is a disaster. Clean laundry makes it as far as the couch. I can’t keep up with Zoya’s hair or her dirty feet. Our yard is a serious jungle, and the front yard is burning up due to lack of water. My car is covered in dog hair. Our bed is also covered in dog hair (#1 reason to still teach Zoya to not get on the bed). The shower is scuzzy; the entire bathroom is scuzzy. The office is filled with paperwork and Mark’s clothes. The kitchen is filled with more paperwork, and the oddest things end up stacked on the dryer. The garage has become a work space for Mark as he does the fence. So we’re really prepared for baby’s arrival . . . actually, his bedroom is clean and semi-organized. As long as he stays in his room, we’re all right. 🙂
Meanwhile, I’m behind at work, behind on my volunteer jobs at the church, behind on family time, behind on husband time, behind on reading, behind on devotions, behind on my budget, and just behind. I get overwhelmed when I look at it all, so I try to just get the dishes washed, cook dinner, get the grocery shopping done, and make sure that we have clean clothes for the week. Of course, I work full-time and help Mark with a cleaning job on the weekends. But that’s about all I can do right now. Feels pretty pathetic. But I did get a little flower garden going. However, I had a tight budget, and I quickly realized that squatting and being 32 weeks pregnant are not a good combo. So the flower garden is pretty pathetic as well. My nesting instinct is getting frustrated as I’m not able to do everything that I want to do. And to top it all off, we still have this ugly, southwest style wall paper in the bathroom. I try to ignore it, because I know that I can’t climb a ladder and start picking at wall paper.
So onward ho . . . at least I can say that we’re all happy and healthy. And we’re all blessed beyond belief, and we serve an amazing God. Maybe I can let the rest go, hey? Or at least for now?!?