When it rains....

Picture you're me for a second. (I know, for some of you, quite frightening. Others of you, quite awesome.) 8 months pregnant, working two nights a week, having preschool with an almost-three-year-old two mornings a week, Dr's appointments every two weeks (soon to be every week) and Christmas and Abby's birthday coming up. Don't you think my house should NOT fall apart at this time?? We just got our shower and bathtub replaced due to faulty installation when it was put in a few years ago (before we moved in). To make a longish story shortish, water was getting behind the shower wall and causing mold to grow. As soon as that was done, Adam tried to fix our sagging ceiling (again, due to faulty installation-this time when the house was built in the 60s) and instead made the problem worse. Now there's a giant crack down the middle of our ceiling. So we're getting quotes for how much it will cost us to replace our entire living room ceiling. Then today, when I got home from the Dr., I walked across a patch of our carpet and got my socks wet. I looked and looked, stood up on a chair and felt all over the ceiling, but found no source of the wetness. So now, we (meaning Adam) get to pull our (new) carpet up, dry it out, hope that there is no mold, and find the source of the wetness. Hopefully it's something easy. But at this point, I don't know what easy option is left. I'm thinking leaking pipe or something even more horrible like a super cracked foundation or something.

I'm tired of being a homeowner. I give up. Anyone want our house?

It's happening...

I actually seriously considered canceling our babysitter we had for Saturday night because it had been snowing all day. 

I'm becoming an Ohioan.