I hate to say things are not going well here because things are not bad but they are not good either.  I’m struggling with HL’s new schedule.  The doing everything myself for 6 weeks thing.  I’m on week 5 and I’m exhausted mentally.  Between all the Halloween mumbo jumbo, school crapola, the farm, & the business I’m beat.  I find myself unable to have a normal conversation with an adult without jumbling at least 15 words.  I’m a wreck.  It doesn’t help that I tend to get a bit of seasonal depression this time a year and we just found out HL will not be home for Christmas.  I would rather just forget about it then, at least the whole tree and presents bit.  I’m going to stop complaining now and got get Kinlee in the tub.  Mom needs a glass of wine tonight.

I’m not really this boring.  I promise.  You see I go through phases.  Some (like my husband) would say that I have a slight case of ADD. I’ve probably had it all my life but learned to deal with it as did everyone around me.  I cannot start something and finish it in a reasonable amount of time. I just can’t.  I get side tracked unless I have a list.  I’ve started using a timer for housework because if not I’d start moping the floors and before I know it I’m cleaning out a closet and the floors will only be half way finished.  I cannot stand this about myself.  Generally I’ll come back to what I started in the beginning but sometimes I simply forget.  Let me walk into the office where the computer is and boy oh boy I’ll be lost for hours.  I can go in to look up a recipe and end up on Etsy and Ravelry four hours later.  It’s a sickness I tell you.  My goal for the next few months is to finish downsizing our stuff.  We have a lot of stuff I’m wasn’t ready to part with when we moved in but now it has to go.  I’m going room by room and downsizing.  I don’t really need 15 thingies from Korea on display, really I don’t.  All but one or two pieces is going to be carefully wrapped and stored for Makinlee.  The Fostoria that was HL’s mothers is going to be wrapped and stored as well.  I cannot handle all of this stuff in my house. Books, oh sheesh, I have books coming out of my ears and every corner in this house please help them find homes over at my Paperbackswap.  I need simplicity and organization to be happy and right now I’m not happy with our space.

There is reason behind all of this cleaning…HL and I have decided to try for another baby.  We have our first appointment with our Reproductive Endocrinologist set for November 15th. :)  After this appointment I have a feeling with will be traveling back and forth to Houston a lot and I need my house to be my peaceful, safe haven during this time.  Therefore I’ve decided to limit my computer time extensively for the next month while I whip this place in to shape.  Once HL retuns home again I will be online more especially if we are stuck in a hotel in Houston while under going fertility treatments.

I cannot belive it’s been so long since I’ve posted.  Let’s just say that life is in the way.  First off we have HL a 43 year old guy who thinks he is still 19.  He roller skated at a birthday party and we are now on our way to the Dr for an MRI.  Surgery, perhaps?  Next in line is Makinlee, last week she had an ear infection and was miserable.  Thankfully she is back to normal this week.  Also this Pre-school business is daunting.  There is something to go view, fundraisers galore, book fairs, projects, & parties.  THEY ARE ONLY 4!!  Seriously rethinking homeschool.  Seriously.  Next in line is moi.  With these demented ovaries, PCOS, & a handgun we are on our way to the Reproductive Endocrinologist very soon.  First I have to find a infertility friendly Dr here (yeah right) that will work with the Dr in Houston.  So far it doesn’t look good at all, more hurtles to jump.  HL returns to work on Monday.  Things may or may not slow down.  I have a Halloween costume to make for Makinlee and maybe another for my mom unless I can con the sis-n-law to do it.  Oh and I’m sure everyone forgot about the new business whirling in my head.  We are almost there just a few more tweeks and it may be up and running.  I’ll let everyone know when it goes live.  Until then…

Okay so now WE are getting ready for Gustav.  We are in northeast Louisiana but lordy it looks like it’s going to get bad here as well.

It looks like the entire state is going to be hit and they are saying it’s going to move really, really slow.  I’ve only been through one pretty big storm in this house and I was scared.  Next year we WILL have a “frady hole“. Umm especially since this place was hit by a major tornado a few years ago.

If you don’t hear from me that means we are getting pelted.  However, tomorrow we are headed to the river with family and friends to spend an early labor day celebration.  Sunday things will get serious as far as this storm is concerned.

After spending the last few weeks deep in Ravelry and Knitting Help I’ve finally gotten the hang of things. I’m currently knitting the Curly Purly Soaker and I’m finding that the teeny tiny ribbing has me dreaming of teeny tiny bottoms to cover.

Whether or not it will happen is out of my hands. I’m praying, wishing, & hoping it will happen naturally. We are now over 7 hours away from our Dr that got us pregnant with Makinlee. We shall see what the future holds. Perhaps a trip to Houston after the first of the year is in store. Perhaps we won’t need thousands of dollars worth of drugs. Hopefully, this time we only need a hope and a few thousand prayers.

Our household has went from 1 child to 4. Help me! My brother and sister in law are moving and I have their kiddos. My brain is fried, I am exhausted, & I want to run and hide. I don’t know how mommas of large families do it. Jeeze you ladies must be walking zombies.

So much has taken place in our lives and in the lives of those close to us. I have felt the need to be there with them instead of here on the internet. I really hope that once school starts and HL returns home our lives will resemble once again so sort of peace and order. Until then I will be in a dark corner silently rocking back and forth until HL comes home to save me.