Accidents Happen
Filed under: Building the BBM House, Mental Strain for Mama
Tonight, while I was outside with Big I and my Mom, Lil C apparently asked my Dad (her beloved Pop-Pop) to take her to the bathroom. As I entered the house, I heard this:
"BBM, there’s been an accident" my dad sad.
"What do you mean Dad?" I asked as I cautiously approached the bathroom.
"Well, Lil C peed in her diaper. . .
and on the floor. . .
and on my arm. . . "
When I arrived in the bathroom, I saw a bewildered and naked from the waist down Lil C and an even more bewildered Pop-Pop.
"I thought that girls peed down" my dad said with obvious confusion.
"Well Dad, that’s going to depend on the angle at which they’re sitting on the toilet seat."
My Dad thought he was all that and then some, telling me what was up when I was in geometry class; but apparently the angle of a miniature heiney on a toilet is not his forte.
Speaking of misjudging things, it’s apparently in the genes. Last night, I took the girls over to check on the progress of the house. This week they added two support beams and pushed the dirt in around the foundation in the back of the home. The two homes that are being built down the street have their first floors and most of their first floor walls already. I’m guessing that’s in the very near future for us.
While getting one of several shots of the progress, I misjudged the condition of the dirt and ended up sinking several inches into what felt like quick sand. Standing still only made me sink in more; walking quickly only served to make me more unstable. Did I mention I was holding Lil C on one hip? By the time I made it out, my feet had taken a major mud bath and if not for my next-door neighbors to be and their hose, I would have had a very messy car. The mess was worth it though.
Life on Decaf
Miserable doesn’t even begin to describe how my mood has been this week. Since we’ve moved in with my parents, I’ve had a headache from the time I wake up until the time I go to bed. Mr. BBM said it was stress. My Mom said it was allergies because of our new location living in the woods. I figured it was exhaustion and dehydration because check and check. I feel like I’m suffering from both of them.
Today I found out the real reason.
Earlier in the week, I asked my Mom if her coffee was regular or decaf. She told me it was regular. If I miss my cup of coffee, I get a horrendous headache. I had kicked the caffeine habit during both pregnancies and for as long as I nursed both of these girls. But when you have two little ones and you need some go power, you grovel back to the coffee and the caffeine. It’s what needs to be done.
This morning as I was preparing a small pot of coffee, I read the label on my Mom’s coffee:
"Dunkin’ Decaf."
"Dunkin’ Decaf!!!!" I cried out! I immediately went downstairs to the little refrigerator that houses all of our things we couldn’t fit in the big one to retrieve my very caffeinated coffee, and dumped a healthy heaping tablespoon into the coffee maker.
My mood is drastically improving. I may actually have the energy and feel well enough to find my socks today.
It’s Done
My fingers hurt. My toes hurt. My back kills. I’m exhausted and grumpy; but the move is finally done.
We started bright and early on Saturday morning and we weren’t at my parent’s house until after 10 p.m. Yesterday, Mr. BBM and I took the girls back to the house to get the last minute stuff and clean the house. We were there for almost the entire day. The last minute stuff pretty much filled up the truck (yet again) and it was miserable. The girls were upset and unhappy at seeing their vacant rooms. I was overwhelmed with stuff; and we had to load everything in between two nasty storms. We had to drive through one of them with hail, crazy winds and thunder that even made me scream.
We are now officially living with my parents and trying not to step on any toes will be a full time job. I have two little girls who think that Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop are their personal play toys 24/7. I have three rooms to unpack and organize, and absolutely no energy. Two cups of coffee couldn’t even cure my lack of energy today.
I think I need to hibernate for about a week.
I’d like to thank Renovation Girl who helped me pack and prepare. Without her, I can’t even imagine how awful it would have been. I’d also like to thank Eric and Matt, who arrived just when Mr. BBM and my Dad were really getting tired, after putting in a full day at the dojo work day. Without your help, I don’t know what we would have done. I’d also like to thank my Dad (who doesn’t even read this blog, but oh well) for working non-stop and carrying things he really shouldn’t have been carrying. Then there’s my sister and her boyfriend, who took two loads in their truck and also came back to rescue my cats from moving insanity to take them to their temporary housing for a few months. There’s also "Fancy" who helped me pack up the last few things, offered hugs when I felt like I was going to break down and cry or kill someone or both, and spent one of her precious days off helping out a friend. I also can’t forget to mention my lovely neighbors "K" and "S" who supplied me with a shot glass full of wine when I had a little break. I so needed that. Nothing would have been accomplished if not for my Mom who volunteered to keep the girls the night before the move and the entire moving day. Clearly, you’re all owed big time.
Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. If I could lift my arms, I’d give you all a giant hug.
Last Night
It’s my last night in our home of almost five years.
The closets are empty (Thanks to Renovation Girl who followed me around the house forcing me to pack, pack, pack 24/7). What’s left is the mess that will go in "misc" boxes and the furniture which will go to the storage unit tomorrow. The girls are already settled in at my parent’s house, complete with all of their clothes and their beds. Lil C was a very unhappy girl until she saw her bed all set up in Mom-Mom’s house. She asked me lots of questions and seemed to be more at ease when I kissed her good night and headed back home to finish the last minute packing.
While leaving this wonderful house is sad, I know that we’ve made the right choice. Clearly, we’ve grown out of our current home and it’s time to move on. That doesn’t mean there won’t be tears. I brought Lil C home for the first time in this house; and Big I was only two when we moved in here. We’ve made some excellent friends in the neighborhood; and I’ll miss stopping over for a glass of wine and a chat. Moving out now, when our new house consists only of basement walls, is difficult. Squeezing all of our stuff into two closets and a bathroom we’ll all have to all share for a few months is also going to be difficult.
I know it will all be worth it.
Right now, all I know is that I need a shower and some ibuprofen for my aching back.
I Should Probably Warn You
Dear Friend (coming from hours away to help me pack today):
I should probably warn you that I went on a cleaning strike about two weeks ago. I have kept true to my word. I’ve found that when the strike hits the crucial point of 14 days, Mr. BBM will indeed, pick up a toilet wand and go to work. Remember this number, because it may come in handy for you too one day. Regardless, I’m staying firm in my anti-cleaning stance and hope you’ll understand.
I should probably warn you that there’s not a single room in my house that one can walk through without tripping over boxes, random packing peanuts, and miscellaneous items that are just waiting to be put in the dreaded "misc" box.
I should probably warn you that the only things we have to eat in this house are: one can of beans, one can of Sloppy Joe sauce, and some crackers. It should make for an interesting couple of lunches.
I should probably warn you that the radon guy will be here bright and early at 7:30 a.m. so you’ll have to leave your perch on the sofa unless you don’t care about Stan seeing you in your jammies.
I should probably warn you that Mr. BBM and I study our house floor plan every 15 minutes or so and also randomly say things like "I wonder how many pendant lights we’ll need," sometimes while someone else is in the middle of telling us something important. We’re kind of house-obsessed these days.
I should probably warn you that each and every night, we drive over to our lot and analyze the size of our backyard, the angle of our driveway, and discuss various other ridiculous things like how we’ll arrange our furniture. You should know that we fully realize they have only just poured the basement walls, but these things are of crucial importance to analyze for the next three months.
I just wanted to give you fair warning before you make the trip.
Oh wait, you’re already on the road. Oh well.
Sincerely,
A VERY grateful BBM
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