Friday, November 6, 2009

11 hours and counting

Today is the first day that I actually have felt fairly healthy. I still have a bit of congestion but compared to where I was I feel great. I even got up early this morning and got to the office before 7 a.m. so that I could catch up on everything I've been avoiding while I've been sick.

Unfortunately for Lincoln he now has come down with the same thing I've had. Right now he's in the "lost voice and loose chest congestion" stage of the process. And I'm sad to say I haven't been much help.

Lincoln: (coughing and sounding miserable this morning)

Me: Oh man. You sound so bad. I want to tell you you'll feel better soon but you won't. This is only going to get worse.

Lincoln: Please stop talking to me.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Home

Pardon me but this post is going to ramble a little bit. Just stick with me.

I have a beautiful home. I love my home. But it is definitely a continual work in progress. Lincoln and I were very blessed when we got married and his parents deeded some family land over to us so that we could build our house. We received 4.26 acres of beautiful wooded land at the end of a dead-end road. The land behind us is owned by the state and contains high tension wires. The land across from us is still owned by Lincoln's parents. The land past the end of the road is a combination of Lincoln's parents, land that has been deeded to the town but can't be built on for 99 years (or something like that), and conservation land. In other words, we don't have to worry about developers coming in and turning our woods into the newest development in town. We're very, very lucky.

But like I said it's a work in progress. Our basement isn't finished. Our foundation for the garage was poured in November 2001 but we still don't have a garage. Our deck is half built. It took us until August 2009 to get curtains put up. It's just a work in progress. Right now we are planning on making some major changes to our house after the new year. Once again through the generosity of Lincoln's parents we're able to move forward on some of our plans for building a garage and a mother-in-law apartment as well as adding a farmer's porch which is something we've wanted for years.

Why am I writing about all of this?

Because every now and then I think to myself....wow, this house needs work. Or, I wish we could do so much more but we just don't have the money. Or, wow, I went to so-and-so's house and it was huge and gorgeous and professionally decorated - what must they think when they come to mine? But here's the thing....I'm 32.

I'm 32 years old. When I was 24 years old we built - not just moved into, but built - a 2,400 square foot, 4 bedroom, 2.5 bathroom house on over 4 acres of land. That's ridiculous. When my parents were 25 years old they were living in a small apartment on Water Street if I'm not mistaken. Every time we've moved our houses got bigger and nicer but a big part of that was the fact that they had worked hard and built these things up over time.

As for those women with the bigger and nicer and more professionally decorated houses here in town, by the time that I'm their age my house will be just as big and just as nice but probably still not professionally decorated (that's just not my thing). A lot of those women are older and both they and their husbands had substantial careers before having kids while I started young. I was only 24 for 6 days before I gave birth to Hannah. When our house is done with all the plans that we have for it we'll have 3,600 square feet, 5 bedrooms, 3.5 baths, a 1 bedroom, 1 bath mother-in-law apartment only 174 sq. ft. smaller than my condo when I moved out here and a gorgeous, kick-ass farmer's porch we can sit on and look out at our beautiful acreage. That is when we're not kicking it out on the (above ground) pool deck out back of course.

Once again, why am I rambling about all this?

Just because. Because I truly appreciate everything that Lincoln and I have and everything we're working towards together in the future. I think it's a general trait of my generation to have come along when our parents were more financially secure and able to give us a comfortable life. My parents may not have been that secure when I was a baby but by the time I was old enough to notice they certainly were (or if not, they covered it well). I grew up in an era of prosperity and consumerism and the "you can have anything you want" mentality. I'm used to nice things. I'm used to being able to travel. I'm used to being able to buy things at the store if they're not obscenely expensive and I want them. We're certainly not able to go out and buy things without thinking about what is in the checkbook but for the most part we have a very good life. And I never want to take that for granted.

So I guess that's my point. I'm lucky. I'm loved. I'm able to provide things for my family.

And I never, ever, ever want to take that for granted.

Back off and hand me my cookie dough

It has been one of those days. Those crazy, insane, why do I do this to myself kind of days. As I was wrapping up my day at work I called to make sure that Lincoln had picked up our items from the school's wrapping paper and cookie dough fundraiser that we ordered last month.

Me: Did you pick up the stuff?

Link: Yes. I put the cookie dough in the freezer.

Me: Great.

Link: I don't know if it's all ours or not.

Me: Melissa may have ordered some. I'll have to look at the order form when I get home but I think it's mostly all ours.

Link: There are seven boxes!

Me: Yeah, so? What's your point?

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Getting my ass kicked

This cold is seriously kicking my ass. It has now been over a week since I first had symptoms and 5 days since it had me in bed during daytime hours. I made it through an entire day of work yesterday but last night was brutal. I thought poor Lincoln was going to have to sleep on the couch while I stayed up all night coughing. Luckily Lincoln managed to find some unexpired liquid cough suppressant in our house. We don't use it often so it tends to go bad before we buy new stuff. Personally I was about ready to pour vegetable oil down my throat to coat it. Thank God he's the sane one.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Sweetness and Light

Me: We need to get a babysitter so that you can come to the next meeting with me.

Link: (laughing)

Me: I wasn't joking.

Link: Too bad, it was a funny one.

Me: I need you to be there so that when I start screaming at Mrs. "Sweetness and Light" you can get me under control.

Link: Ha. I can't control you.

That's one way to get him to reconsider

Jake: How old do you have to be to be an older brother?

Me: What?

Jake: How old do you have to be?

Me: You are never going to be an older brother. Do you know why you shouldn't want to be an older brother?

Jake: Why?

Me: Because then Hannah would be the oldest, the baby would be the youngest, and you'd be the forgotten middle child. You would be ignored and over-looked, never receive any toys, and no one would pay attention to you. (pause) Do you still want to be a big brother?

(Long silence as Jake just sits and stars at me.)

And that is how that conversation ended. Somehow I think this is going to be a recurring theme for awhile. I suspect within 24 hours he'll turn that conversation on its head in an argument for me to reconsider or into an argument for why we should get a puppy instead.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

No Way. No How.

Jake is on a Mr. Independence streak lately. He wants to be the one to unlock the door when we come home. He doesn't want any help with his seat belt. That sort of stuff. Every time you try to help him he screams "I'll do it!" This is great but it also slows things way, way down sometimes.

Today we were getting into the car while out running errands and Jake wanted to do his seat belt all by himself. He actually did it fairly quickly (that time) and Lincoln and I were joking about how grown up he was.

Me: Our children are all grown up.

Lincoln: (jokingly) So, should we have another baby?

Me: NO!

Hannah: What?

Me: Nothing. Daddy made a bad joke.

Hannah: About what?

Me: Having another baby. Do you want another little brother?

Hannah: No....but a little sister might do.

Not. Going. To. Happen.