Busy, Busy, Busy...

I am not sure if I even sleep anymore. The house has been listed for about a week now and we have had about six showings. Keeping the house spotless, the laundry done, and clearing out for an hour every day is proving to be more difficult than I thought! I have always kept a pretty clean and uncluttered house but as soon as you put it on the market you see all the little things that you have never noticed before. I have touched up walls, repainted doors, closets, and mouldings, scoured showers to the point of pulling a muscle in my shoulder, and spent a small fortune on air fresheners and candles. Each and every time the realtor calls to tell us we have a showing I turn into a crazy woman, yelling at the kids, cursing the dust, and telling myself that I am going to move into a hotel until the house is sold. We cram the kids in one room in hopes of keeping the mess isolated while I run around cleaning the rest. We then pile into the car and try and find something to do for an hour while strangers tramp through my house and critique my decorating style. Sometimes we park at the other end of the street and watch them get out of their cars, trying to judge if they will be "the one's".

I am working my butt of trying to lose the last 10 dreaded pounds before our trip to Vegas in July. Wearing a bathing suit in front of your friends is always a strong motivating factor. We have booked the flights, hotel, and tickets to see Seinfeld in concert at Caesar's. I am pretty excited about seeing Jerry!!

The new house is a few days away from being drywalled and I am super excited to see it finally start to look like a house. I have pretty much forgotten what we actually selected in terms of interior finishes so it may not look anything like what I am picturing in my head.

Wil has been trying my patience something fierce the last couple weeks. Saying no to anything and everything I ask of him, deliberately disobeying, and being kinda jerky are his new strong suit. Little does he know I am much stronger willed than he is and I will not lose. The bottom stair may have an imprint of his bum soon from all the time-outs he has been having....

Two years ago...

This Mother's Day weekend marks two years of our first meeting with Wil in Haiti. Two years ago Phil and I arrived in Haiti, my second trip and his first, to meet a bunch of other adoptive parents and our kids. It's crazy to think that two years has already gone by. Many of those we met during that trip I have lost contact with. With their adoptions being complete they moved away from the world of adoption and back into the world of reality, the way it should be. When my adoption drew to a close I too felt the need to leave the adoption world and regain my footing in the land of reality. What an awesome feeling that was! Some of those we met that Mother's Day weekend are still waiting....


In two years life has changed immensely. I officially quit work, and have officially begun my courses to refresh my license to begin again. We bought a new house and are now entering the horrors of trying to sell this one. My kids have grown and become amazing little people, full of wit, charm, and an out-spoken nature that I am so proud of. But the most amazing of changes have been in the little man who was forever home last July. Since Wil arrived home he has gone from non-verbal to a babbling fool. He has gone from a skinny and despondent little man to a somewhat chubby, crazy preschooler.

The picture above is of our first meeting, Mother's Day weekend 2007.

I always knew that getting him home was going to be what got him better. He did not thrive in Haiti, he needed a home.

This is Wil now. A crazy, loud, smiley little three year old man.

To all those still waiting, I think of you often. I hope for your little men and women to come home soon.

Weekend in review...

This weekend was a good one. Friday night one of my bestest girlfriends was hosting one of those lame "home parties". She has an addiction to these things, this one was jewelry. I don't go for the products. I go for the food and for the opportunity to make fun of her new friends. Recently she moved out of the city to a smaller town about an hour East of here. She has met some real winners. People who say things like " I seen her" or "I ain't gonna..." It's a grammatical nightmare but man does it provide for hours of fun on the drive home! So four of us city gals packed into my beast and headed East. We followed the revolting smell of the feed lots and before you knew it, we were there! The food was good, the jewelry was surprisingly nice, and as suspected we had a grand time mocking the party guests on the way home.

Speaking of the way home....just as I was pulling into a neighbouring community to drop off one of my girlfriends we noticed a police car behind us. Didn't think much of it until it pulled into her cul de sac, put on it's lights and got out of the car. Hunky cop #1 informed me that he ran my plates and they appeared to show that I was driving an old stolen vehicle. Nice. I guess police run plates at 230 am of "suspicious" vehicles and my pimp mobile must fit the description of suspicious. I assured officer hunky that it was my car and handed over my license and insurance...and wasn't I thrilled to them find out that my registration was not in the car. The one thing that actually proved the car was mine was not there. I wanted to kill my husband, who by the way informed me the next morning that, oops, it was in his briefcase. I guess the hunkster and his equally hunky partner felt sorry for me and told me that were not overly suspicious of me, maybe the care full of drunk stay at home mom's and baby seats that did it, who knows, but he let me go with a warning. I avoided a $175 ticket for driving without registration...whew! My one girlfriend is convinced it was because she was showing extra cleavage in the backseat and another is convinced it's because the cop had a "cougar complex"...whatever it was I was glad to avoid the ticket. I was also happy to avoid jail when my one insane girlfriend asked if he needed a babysitter and could she give him a bath. I am serious.

Saturday I felt like dog crap and other than sitting in the backyard with the kids I did nothing. I have had the worst acid reflux for the past few days and it is soooo uncomfortable. I take Nexium every morning to help but even it's not doing the trick. I have cut out all pop, caffeine, spicy foods, etc but to no avail. I still have fire in my throat and chest. I have found a couple holistic methods online and am going to the heath food store today to try them out. If anyone has any suggestions I would love to hear about them....

Sunday was our day to get some more stuff done around the house before the sign hits the front lawn. We got the front lawn all cleaned up and ready for the annuals to be planted and I managed to re stain the arbour in the front to match the front door. A few more things and we are done!! The cutest part of the day was watching Ty take his two little brothers outside and play street hockey with them. Wil and Sam were in their glory to have so much attention from their big bro and hearing a three year old and a four year old yell "scores!!!" was way too cute...

Well I am off to find a cure for my fire.