Time to Unclog

The plumber guy is here. I always feel weird when someone strange is in my house. Like, what do you do? Is he thinking, "this house is disgusting!"So, naturally, I'm on my computer, chatting with my hubby, farming, and blogging. This way I look busy, like I'm not waiting for him to vacate my home. Let's see what pictures and stories I can come up with for you bloggers at home...
I guess I'm going to take us back to Christmas...


We made Mike's family (I say made because not one of them "likes" to come visit KY) come for Christmas because sweet Kayla was supposed to arrive within the next month. The last time his whole family was in our small living space, I freaked out. I dropped a pumpkin pie (unbaked and liquidly!) all over the kitchen floor and balled my eyes out. It wasn't about the pie; there was a second one that made it into the oven, but I was just so overwhelmed with cooking and baking and cleaning and trying to be pleasant for my in-laws that it was just the last straw! Anyway, I don't know if I loosened up or what, but I think this helped: I told myself, "I'm pregnant, and huge. Everyone can get their own food, cook for themselves, and clean for themselves." Things went much better :)