It is an unusually warm and wet December day here in the Alleghanys. As I am almost 38 weeks pregnant I am trapped in our little home at a loss on what to do with myself. School is out, I have tied up all my loose ends at the shelter I volunteer at for the year, the bags are packed in case we have to make the long haul to the hospital, the presents are all purchased and wrapped, the christmas cards are already sent. I have nothing to do! Even all my baby stuff has been purchased(this being the second child it was much easier) and is washed and put in place! All I can do is stare at my laptop or clean . . . .neither of which sounds very exciting.
I already started my crazy nesting(not easy in a small older home), 4 whole rooms of furniture moved around (multiple times). Don't tell my OB she would probably beat me for doing too much but it was extremely bothersome to look at a room and hate it. I completely scraped all the wallpaper out of one of the bedrooms and I have dusted in corners I didn't even know existed. And yes, I know, between the woodstove, the dog, and these old walls, all that dust will have returned in a day or so, but it feels good to know I got a lot of it.
What I have not really dealt with is the back of my house. That is where our home really shows its age and location. A half finished bathroom (I would have tackled the drywall in my nesting fit but I am terrible at it. A laundry room where there is a whole in the ceiling to an accident where my husband fell through the attic floor putting in insulation(in his defense it was already weakened due to water damage). A kitchen that has a floor that never looks clean, full of drawers and cabinets that should be emptied and wiped down. And worst of all a pantry that just a few weeks ago decided to grow mold. These seem to be things that my parents never deal with. This pregnant woman likes to pretend that the back rooms don't exist, I can live happily in my front rooms where the worst of it is some ugly berber carpeting.
This home is the product of an area where contractors and inspectors are never used. Some touch do-it-yourselfers who should have found someone else to fix their homes. Penny pinchers who think they are experts because they saw someone do it one time our another. Our home has bandages over it's broken bones instead of actual repairs. Layers of wallpaper, contact paper over mold, painted water damage, floors laid over floors, paneling over holes in the wall. All kinds of things my handy husband could fix with time and motivation but as I'm sure any other manufacturing engineers wife could tell you, those things don't exist for my husband. So I have decided to continue to ignore the projects that scream at my from the back of the house.
I'll continue to sit here, huge and pregnant trying to decide whether to read articles and watch facebook or vacuum. Dream of the day we can live the country life that involves buying a huge piece of land and plopping a brand new beautiful house in the middle. Afterall, we're all just waiting to win the lottery. :)
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