So the girls were here last night for about three hours. The house was completely clean when they came and destroyed when they left. After three hours. What's going to happen when the mess-maker never goes home? How will I ever keep up with the house? I'm not the best housekeeper now and it's just me living here.
My budget is going to pot. Not like I had a lot of extra money to begin with but now property taxes are due. I did save for them through the year but not enough. I have to come up with $1600 before the end of the year. Still carrying a balance on the credit card from fertility stuff and other miscellaneous stuff. I'm trying to pay off the University for my graduate classes and the pharmacy keeps sending me bills for $4000. They are stamped, "Not a bill, these charges are being sent to your insurance". I'm worried they won't cover anything or very little. Yikes.
I've become hooked on telling people my shocking, wonderful news but now I'm running out of people to tell. I actually just emailed a group of grade school friends that I see once or twice a year. Not because I'm so close to them but because I was looking for one more excited, happy reaction. That phase is almost over. I'm a little sad about that.
A messy house isn't the worst thing and the bills will get paid, eventually. I know.
Lots of happy phases ahead of me. I know.
Trying not to become overwhelmed and freak out.
We had a fun time last night. Stretch made a batch of cookies on her own and she does such a good job. She makes each one tiny, about the size of a half dollar. S had given me a cute muffin mix a while ago and DollFace has been asking to make "those little sweetie things" ever since. However, the strangest thing...I couldn't find my muffin tins. We tried to make it in a loaf pan but it didn't work out. Burnt outside and raw inside. I think I must have burned up something in the muffin tins, trashed them and then forgot to replace them.
The girls are really excited about the baby. I didn't get a chance to tell them myself. I think they heard their mom talking to someone about it and she ended up telling them. DollFace kept trying to give me some of her toys "for the baby". Ok, they were really dirty, wet toys C wanted to get rid of but still sweet. I asked Stretch what she thought when she found out. She said she wondered how it happened but then remembered that I kept going to the doctor. I'm sure C talked to her about it. I told her I wanted to have a husband but it just didn't work out for me. She said she'd babysit but wouldn't change any diapers. Can't say I blame her.