Sick and tired

Sorry it's been so long since our last post … it's been an interesting past couple of days around here.

First of all, we kicked our baby preparations into high gear (meaning we did absolutely no real work on the baby's room). We did however start knocking down some of the dominos that needed to fall in order for us to get some stuff accomplished. In fact, this weekend featured two trips to our friendly neighborhood DAV and an entire day hunched over in our attic consolidating crap and inhaling 55 year-old insulation.

Unfortunately, this was all going down as I was in the beginning stages of my second cold of the year (maybe last weekend's 18-degree run wasn't such a great idea). So needless to say my normal "I love to crawl around in the attic!" chipper demeanor was somewhat dampened and I failed to enjoy the task at hand. Then, late Sunday night/early Monday morning Carrie rushed down the stairs, past my place on the couch, and returned a few seconds later with a large mixing bowl. You know the bowl, the one you occasionally eat popcorn out of only to remember that at one time or another you've puked deep-dish pizza into it. Yeah, that one. And thus started a rough 24 hours for Carrie.

So there we were, Carrie upstairs in bed with Luka, me down on the couch with Zoe. My nose blows accented by Carrie's blowing of chunks. Two days later and we're still dragging a bit, but we've got another big weekend to look forward to. Friday we're heading up to KC to load up a U-Haul and pick up some more furniture and turn around and drive right back.

I hope it's true what they say, that when you have a kid you old life ceases to exist because lately this one sucks.