I did not let go of moving rooms around, or painting, or thinking about buying a matching luggage set and new robe (because I'm having a baby in 1963?). I realize my priorities need tweaking.
This baby is coming a bit early.
Thankfully, my people know me and when I say "uh, let's paint the bathroom tonight" they go ahead and either get out of the way or help. (Then they thank the heaven's that they are not married to me). A friend was over tonight and followed me from room to room while I gripped a stud finder and a hammer and started banging nails into the walls. She didn't even blink. And thanks to those same people the fridge is all sparkly, the laundry is up-to-the-minute, and we have plans A through F if we have need of them.
You understand though, yes? You know what it's like when motivation replaces panic and the will to sew curtains overrides the worry that things are very quickly slipping out of our hands. It's silliness, most of it, but it helps.
And in the end it's going to be fine, just maybe not the way we planned. But really?? Have I learned nothing in all these years? It is our way: the plan seems to make itself up as we go along.
(*wall decal is from the super-awesome Shanna Murray. It went up as soon as Christmas came down. She's got NEON in the shop right now. Smarty pants.)