I’ve been in a bit of a mess.
One moment, I thought I was all done – the cot ready & assembled, all items on the to-buy list checked, the hospital bag packed, little man’s clothes washed and folded, car seat ready to be set-up…
And the next, I realized there’s still some outstanding tasks to complete: employing a FDW which means sourcing (done), interviewing (soon), getting the Bo to his EOP in order to obtain WP for the FDW (unfortunately most agencies are telling me supply is short), getting plastic pails for washing for bb clothes & confinement, a clothing rack for bb items because MIL agrees that washing in the backyard could mean the doggies fur & smell getting to BB’s clothes and….buying a set of new shelves/drawers for the MIL because the Bo & her had a little argument last weekend where she couldn’t keep her things neatly in one place instead of leaving it all over the living room and she told him to “deal with it, this was life” in addition to other remarks which really pissed the Bo off (there was even the thought of potentially moving out should she keep up with insisting on her ways only with the Bo). And with a bit of unforeseen cost involved – the chest alone costing us $1,600 after a discount which could go into the FDW’s budget, I’ve been telling the Bo that if we can get a FDW in soon, perhaps she can pick up after MIL’s mess and save us the additional cost of getting a shelf just for the living room area, plus no guarantees what MIL won’t be leaving her trail of paper and gadgets all over the place again even with new expensive storage in place.
(I can’t believe I just typed that mouthful above without taking a pause in between!)
What I am consoling myself about is that the outstanding stuff are mainly non-nesting/baby related although getting a neat/organized space settled before the newborn makes his appearance will definitely help to organize things a lot better. Am I turning into a neat freak suddenly? Or is this part of preparing for mama-hood?
Meanwhile, the Bo has been taking every possible moment to enjoy his ‘freedom’ before the parent title drops on him. And while I’m cool with it and sometimes secretly envious that he doesn’t have to bother with the nitty gritty preparations since to be fair, he’s the one bringing back the dough just so that we could finally have this baby, I’ve been having some innate freak-out moments of late. I can’t tell if it’s me putting too much pressure on myself to get things running like clockwork so that I won’t feel like a lousy mom come what unpreparedness, or if it’s just the people around me that are causing me to feel this way – i.e.: mil dropping little nuggets of ‘random bombs’ on us re. her last minute demands/request, the Bo feeling the financial stretch & not being able to communicate with his mom on reducing of the additional pocket money since she tends to walk out on conversation as such and me trying to find a means to an end with the fastest solution possible…are you observing a pattern here? I suppose the more people you live with, the more one’s got to deal / settle with. Though it’d be really nice if we can eventually have a nest to call our own (100%, not part of) though. Our space, our rules, our freedom. I know how much the Bo has been yearning for a cozy place each time he sees his peers all settling into one of their own…a blog entry for another day perhaps. Hopefully soon!
But till then, whatever it is I know that as long as I don’t put a limit on His blessings in my life, this year will continue to be one of unceasing fruitfulness and providence.
Keeping the faith.