STRESSED To the MAX!

When I look around my new home all I see are unfinished projects, ugly walls, and generally just TONS of work to do! Don't get me wrong, its not that I mind work. I'm not lazy by any means, (and i don't say that to brag, I simply just can't sit still for more than sixty seconds) its just that too many other things, and other people are in my way! I could work all day painting my walls and looking for people to tear down ceiling tiles. There's just a few things that are getting in my way.

1.Children. If I could just send my kids to foster care for a few weeks  then I could get all this done. But it seems you can't ask authorities to take your children, you have to do something to deserve for them to be taken out of your custody.

2. Work. Nate still seems to want to go to work every day, and my part-time job expects me to come in on my scheduled nights as well. This is all very annoying to me. I think buying a house should be treated similar to a death in the family; several weeks of paid time off.

3. Sleep. Being mortal, I still need at least five or six hours of sleep at night. This defect of mine, being mortal, is really putting a damper on how quickly my house gets beautified. Where is that damned Edward when you need him anyway!

4. Money. Or the lack there of to be more accurate. If I were a millionare, I would have paid qualified contracters twice what they're worth in order to get all of this work done. Then again, if I were a millionare I'd probably have bought a bigger, nicer, house and probably a beautifully finished and updated house. And it  would probably be in some place warmer, like California, or some place more exotic, like France!

Okay, so reality is in. So I guess we take this slow and live with less than attractive walls and hideous old lady carpet for a few months while we work steadily between diaper changes and feedings. We'll have to just hope to find friends and family that can spare a Saturday to help us put up drywall in exchange for... chocolate chip cookies. Maybe someone we know will need comunity service hours, but I doubt it. Anyway, one day our house will be cool. One day, far, far away from now I'll look around and see my house, the house we worked so hard on to make the way we want it. Then one day, we'll outgrow our home or we'll have to move to California so Nate can work at Disney land or something and we'll sell our beautiful home that's done just the way we wanted it done. One day, a new family will buy our home and the wife will look around at the walls and carpet while her husband is at work and she will think, "dang, I've really got to something about this house! This carpet is hideous and what were they thinking when they painted these walls this color? I've got so much work to do! I'm stressed to the max!"