I often bite off more than I can chew. It's a small problem I have. I love chaos. Having twins was not possibility, it was a foregone conclusion. God knew that I would be bored with just one toddler to chase. He knew I needed two to keep me on my toes, to keep it interesting. He knew I needed twins while planning a wedding and finishing the last year of my master's...He knew I could handle it. No. He knew I would thrive.


But sometimes, just sometimes, I take on a little more than I can handle.

When DC baby left in the middle of December (I am in awe of anyone who takes care of others' children. It is A LOT of work!), the holidays kept us busy. The holidays came and went and lunch dates and mommy stuff seemed to be getting a little mundane...soooo what did I do but decide to tear my house apart. Again.

This morning I stripped the stairs in preparation for the refinishers coming on Friday. The tile guy came to clean and prep the tiles for tomorrow's reglazing. Last night we scooped the water out of the toilet and lugged it to the basement (the toilet, not the water). Our kitchen has half way finished trim. I was planning on painting the upstairs bathroom during naptime but I just can't get motivated. I refinished the bench in my family room. I don't like it. I'm planning on re-refinishing it this evening. Last night we hung the tv on the wall. I have over 70 square feet of two different types of tile in my car that is currently at the shop- oh yes, all of this and I have no car. I have spent the last two naps watching tile installation video because I am convinced I can put in our backsplash and new floor. Have I mentioned the raised beds in the vegetable garden? Or the wallpaper project? I am getting tired just writing this paragraph.

I have taken on too many projects and have made too many plans. Why do I do this to myself? Aren't we moving in three years? Speaking of moving, have you looked at houses lately?! There are so many incredible buys...Four bedrooms in WG in our price range?! I almost (just for a milisecond) want to move again...

I pray that my children do NOT inherit this crazy desire for crazy of mine...