When it rains, it's a f---ing hurricane (August 15, 2008)

So we're done with our second move this summer. At least in the sense that we have everything in the house. But alas, our daycare provider crapped out on us and closed shop. I'm sooooo glad I taught a course this summer, so I would have the money to pay for daycare when we moved, so I could organize the house. Oh well. As I type, DS is clawing at the computer while chewing on a bookmark and squealing.

So on top of trying to fix up our new abode which can most affectionately be called a death-trap, we've got the kid who just learned to walk - go figure.

Now as you can imagine, we have not had sex during this time. Between trying to unpack, working, and running after a toddler, it just hasn't happened. So, quite literally, I will never get pregnant at this rate. And all this crap has me second guessing trying to have a second. How in the world will I keep up with DS while toting a newborn around?


Mostly, my dreams of staying at home and unschooling our kids seems pretty fantastical right now and that sucks. I know I'm in the process of moving, my sitter is MIA, and I'm still doing school/teaching. I won't have all that if I stay home, but we're planning to finance (I use the term we're loosely - it's mostly me) this adventure with my writing. We can't live on DH's salary alone and if I ever get my act together and work on one of the 5 books I have in the works, maybe I could do it. I just have to remind myself that I am capable and that it's worth it. It just won't happen overnight.