You know how people talk about their lives and especially relationships as going through a rough patch?
Well this ain't it.
We've had that (hello, pregnancy, ppd, and dh not helping when sp was an infant, I remember y'all).
Life is full and busy but also remarkably good now. The baby's fat and sassy and saying her words on a constant repeat loop of "hop" and "kick" and "ham" and my fave, "tea" which she pronounces "tay" so it makes her sound like a snooty baby demanding a beverage from her servants.
DH has been transferred out of the zone that required him to drive two hours to get to work every day so he is going to save money on gas and is generally a much happier camper. The baby naps in her crib and sleeps there a few hours every night so we actually have time to talk, play games, etc. and have a relationship that doesn't involve either of us snarling about the dishwasher.
The Memory of Light is finally out and we're reading it together. The Bachelor's on twice next week. Squee!
The new home has trusses up now and a real live porch and I can actually walk through and see where rooms will be. There were pictures taken and there was kissing on the back porch. There will be no crazy neighbor at this location as a coworker is building right beside us. A coworker who has both a toddler and a dog so will not, by definition, have a reason to complain about ours.
My class is precious and ideal and I'm pushing for support on the only major challenge I have on that front. I'm half through with a freelance project that isn't due till the end of Feb. and that paycheck will pay the mortgage on the house we're building without touching our careful budget. Writing money I had saved in my paypal account will purchase a new washer and dryer.
The plumber came the same day we called and fixed the toilet that leaked. I even have leftovers for supper tonight.
It's all damn good. Can I just say that? Or is it boring?