Oh, goodness, I'm trying to keep my sanity, but I think it is a losing battle. There are so many things going on right now that are blessings and curses all at the same time. It confuses my brain...LOL. Jon and I were discussing the cost of our loan and what we would have to put down in cash to start with. We talked for a while and came up with $1,200 is what we would have to put down...I thought "That can't be right..." I was sure that Jon had heard Chad wrong (Chad is our loan officer). I told Jon, that's not the way I understood it. And that's way too low for all of the costs of buying a house. So we finally decided that I would call Chad the next day to see who was right. I was praying that Jon was right but at the same time knowing that there is no way he could be right. So I called Chad and YEAH! Jon was right! I never thought I would be so happy about being wrong. LOL! But when I called I also found out that if everything got in order TODAY (we got a hold of the seller...which, in and of itself is a feat...he accepted our offer...and all the paperwork got drawn up and signed and all that jazz) then the loan itself (since it's such a good loan financially speaking) has a TON more paper work than a normal home loan does *uhhh* and will take AT LEAST 30 days to complete...so we are going to be living in a motel for another month at least.
And the latest house that was on our blog (I have pictures of the cute victorian house with the double garage and the play yard in the back and the beautiful flower gardens all over the front yard...I didn't have pictures of that though)...yeah, I fell in love with that house the second I walked into it. But we prayed about it and felt that it wasn't right. That about made me cry. And so I prayed again...just to make sure that I was paying attention...well, that and probablly more 'cause that's not the anwer I wanted...and I still got the same answer...I wanted to ask again, just to check ;)...but we all know what happened to Martain Harris when he did that, so I didn't ask again. I'm one that believes everything happens for a reason, I would really like to know the reason that we just "happened" to drive past that house while we were house hunting and then it "happens" to be right in our price range, and just "happens" to look like the house that I've always dreamed of living in...and then get the answer "No". I suppose I'll find out some day. Maybe it's just a lesson in listening to the spirit...even when you don't really want to hear what he has to say.
Then last night...was a long night. It wouldn't have been so long I don't think if I would just learn to ask for a priesthood blessing FIRST, instead of waiting until I don't have any other options. Jon was up playing Star Craft (I don't know who invented that game, but I think they should be drug into the street and stoned...that's just my oppinion ;)), and it was getting late...I would have made him come to bed except that I knew if he did I would just keep him up. I don't have any clue what caused it, but I was really hurting last night. It felt like someone had punched me in the ribs (it came on all of the sudden)...at first I thought it was Justin, but then I could feel Justin moving all over and if it had been him, even if the pain was still there it would have been moving to different areas. I tried laying EVERY different way that I can lay while I'm 6 1/2 months pregnant and the pain wasn't moving or decreasing at all. And it was making it really hard for me to breath. And on top of that I was having a TON of contractions. We were debating going to the hospital because I had no idea what was wrong and I was afraid that it would be putting Justin in jepordy, whatever "it" was. So I finally asked Jon to give me a priesthood blessing and within minutes the pain was gone and I felt at peace and was able to go to sleep...after tossing and turning and hardly being able to breath and having contractions and worrying myself sick, if I would have just asked for a priesthood blessing FIRST, I could have saved myself the trouble. Oh, well, maybe someday I'll learn huh? It's only taken 25 1/2 years so far...maybe in another 25 I can just ask FIRST...
Jon seems to really like his new job (except for the MSHA training....BORING!) but he's almost done with that. He seems to like the people there and they have been giving us advice on where would be good places to live, and all sorts of advice, they've been real helpful.
I am doing well (although finding out that Fast Food for nearly every meal does NOT agree with me). We have been making do with the microwave meals though because I just can't eat out any more, it was fun at first because we didn't get to do that, but now, eating in doesn't seem like a "Oh, I HAVE to make dinner again...what should I make...I don't feel like making dinner, so let's eat out...well, I don't want to spend the money..." etc., etc., etc. Now it's kind of the opposite. "Yeah, it would be more convienient to eat out, but I REALLY don't want to." So the motel is making us healthier because eating out isn't so appealing to us any more.
One thing I thought the motel would do is make potty training Chris IMPOSSIBLE! 'Cause I can't let him run around in underwear because if he does have an accident then it's not our stuff. But it seems to be doing the opposite. He's doing a lot better now. I think mostly because the motel has a seperate "wash room" (I don't know what it would be called....it has a sink and a closet and then a door into the bathroom) that I can close the door and the boys know they are not allowed back there (unless they are taking a bath or using the bathroom). So obviously places that are "off limits" seem more enticing...so he knows he has to use the bathroom to be back there. Whatever the reason is that he's doing better, I really don't care, he's doing better, I'm happy with that.
As soon as we find a Doctor here, I think we are going to take Ethan. He still has that bump on his leg, and the other day we noticed that there was a bruise over top of it now. For anyone that I forgot to tell, Ethan has a really hard bump on his upper thigh (it feels almost like bone, but it's not), and we can't tell if it's getting bigger or not and we don't know how long it's been there, but it's not going away, and it hurts him when any pressure gets put on it. So we figured we'd better get it checked out, just to make sure it's nothing serious. But he's not sick anymore, so that in and of itself is a blessing. I think it was just the stress. And I know that little kids are very receptive to adult stress levels and there was PLENTY of that to go around. But it's much better around here lately.
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