"I should not talk so much about myself if there were any body else whom I knew as well."
-Henry David Thoreau

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

First World Problem

Some things feel like bigger deals than they actually are.  For example...
Yesterday we found out that we aren't closing on the new house on Friday.  Nothing is wrong, it has just not all fallen together as quickly as we were hoping.  So, we must push everything back a week and anticipate closing next Friday.  That means rescheduling the movers and cable/Internet guy.  It means living among the boxes and eating sandwiches off paper plates for another week.  It means an extra week before I can set up Eleanor's room or begin unpacking & settling into our new home.  It's a bummer, but it's only a first world problem. 
My kitchen is packed.  I packed it a week ago because I was trying to get stuff done and we thought we were moving on the 13th.  I did have the presence of mind to leave out a skillet and a pot, as well as silverware and coffee cups.  Up until now, that's been fine.  Then we got hungry late last night.  I decided that grilled cheese would be yummy and easy.  Drew decided that I should cook up some of the fajita chicken in the freezer and put that in the middle (you know, trying to eat up what we have left so we don't have to move it).  Problem:  I packed all the cooking utinsils.  The only spatula is packed in one of the many boxes filling my house.  I decided I could make do with a butter knife and a spoon.  I was wrong.  The result was a big fat mess (which Drew ate anyway, just to be nice).  The final result was so pitiful and funny that I had to take a picture. 
I think we can categorize this sandwich disaster as a first world problem. 
Since Drew started his new job at the end of April, he has primarily worked from home.  It's been an adjustment for me, but it's all going really well.  He's currently on the phone and I can hear his booming voice reverberating throughout the house.  You see, we've taken everything off the walls, taken down all the curtains, and packed everything that isn't necessary, so the entire place feels and sounds like an empty cavern.  Yeah, first world problem. 
We are no more than 22 days away from the birth of our daughter.  Tomorrow morning we have the last level 2 ultrasound with the specialist and we are anxious to see how Eleanor is putting on weight and handling these last weeks of gestation.  Perhaps the specialist will have more specific recommendations for when labor should be induced.  Whenever that will be, we are ready.  I mean, just look at the nursery.  Magazine worthy, no? 
What?  It looks like a room piled up with junk, furniture, and boxes of random stuff?  As if we aren't settled and ready at all?  Yeah, that's about right.  You mean, if she arrived today that she wouldn't have her own room that is perfectly decorated to a style which she will care nothing about?  You guessed it... first world problem. 
In all seriousness, we do have this ready for her. 
Yes!  We installed the car seat (like we knew what we were doing!) and that's all we really HAVE to have to bring that sweet baby home when the time comes. 
I think you get the point.  There are many things going on in our life right now.  Exciting, amazing, blessed things happening on God's time and not our own.  God is good.  All the time. 

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