Life is funny...

This weekend has been full of last minute baby preparations, eleven house showings, a sick (and VERY clingy)one year old and a few comical events.

My husband works with the young men at church. One of the fourteen year-olds has been asking to come over and watch a couple of Disney shows and make a sandwich called a Fluffernutter. (I've never had one, but they look disgusting.) Anyway, I was impressed that the hubby went to the trouble of picking up the lad, Googling the sandwich recipe and purchasing the ingredients. Jackson was pretty excited to have someone come over too.

So amid several Realtors walking through our home and interrupting the "party" this young man tried to watch his television shows. (Things are a bit more complicated because he is blind and wanted to find the shows himself, however, we have a different cable company than he does and we didn't know what networks were on what channels which made him pretty frustrated.) In addition, he was so mean to little Jackson! In his words, "Jackson, I came here to watch your tv and that's what I'm going to do!" I thought he also wanted our company, but at least we knew what he had in mind. I had to talk to him about being nicer to Jackson and he tried to be more friendly. After he gave up on tv, he wanted to set up the satellite radio that he brought to show us. Well, we scanned through the menu several times only for him to get more and more upset. Why? My husband said it best: "I get the feeling that you are trying to access a channel that your parents have blocked and that you are trying to crack the code." So, I'm pretty sure this young guy had a plan to come over, watch tv that his parents didn't approve of and listen to the radio station that his parents had blocked. I'm not sure why he thought we would be the perfect family to pull one over on, maybe that is just how we come across. This post doesn't express the humor of the situation, but when it all came together I found the chaos SO funny!

Later in the day, we were sitting outside and I was looking at the millions of dandelions in my yard. We don't want to pay to have them sprayed or buy spray ourselves because we aren't going to be here much longer. But, what an embarrassment! We are seriously the only house on the block with a yellow lawn! Jackson picked a couple up to blow them and I said something like, I will give you $50 if you pick up all of them. Well, I was only joking but I should have known that that kid would be working for hours to get that money! He really did work hard, but in order to get him to come in for bed, I told him that I would count them and give him $.25 for each one. Of course, I wasn't about to count all of those, so I told him to count them. I heard him get to one hundred and then the numbers drastically changed. From the deck I heard; "Mom, what comes after 99 Gagillion?" Yes, he did work hard, but he's NOT getting THAT much money!

As for our housing situation, it is like doors are slamming all around us. Maybe I'm not supposed to be worrying about this until after the baby comes. It really is becoming comical to me or I could just be delirious. Two realtors who were going to show me around ended up canceling on me, a house I was going to see was rented 5 minutes before I saw it, another house had an offer placed on it. The final straw was when I went to an open house to find no one there. It turns out that the Internet listed it on the wrong day and it was the day before. I guess the Big Guy has the perfect place all mapped out for us...or maybe we are just supposed to move back to Maryland?

Now, hopefully, I'm going to go have a baby that doesn't weigh in at 10 pounds. When I return, my only hope is that we won't be homeless! (I guess we won't because we do have a couple of tents :0) ) So, the saga drags on...