Are you kidding me?

Home inspection not passed. Perilous infraction endangering the lives of parent and child: Dead bolt on front door needs a turn knob; not just a key remaining permanently in the lock.

When Kim called me and told me this, before shock, i think i was legitimately angry. Are you kidding me? Home inspection failed bc of that? However, God placed kim at the scene of the infraction and not me for a reason: I may have just flipped out. Actually, i told Kim to call her back right away and let her know that I was on my way to home depot and the illegal lock situation would be remedied in 3.6 hours so tell her to hang out, give her some cake balls, throw some wine down her throat, and ill be there before you know it. Yeah, she just left and rescheduled for another date/time when she could drive all the way from wherever she came to inspect our lock. Awesome.

UGH...As always, there was a take away from this madness: As parents, there will be a limitless supply of little "infractions," mostly caused by our kids, that will require cool headed and creative reaction. Perhaps via temperance and tolerance, we can learn how to be a bit proactive too.

After all, you can strangle inspectors and get all Hitchcock on eluding the feds (just kidding inspectors...and feds), but im fully expecting our children to entirely melt our hearts, and I, for one, am not of the sort who comes back easily from a good melting.

Wow...This blog is therapeutic and forcibly introspective. Who knew?

UP NEXT: Home Study on Tuesday.

Its Getting Real!

i was in bed this morning, trying to force myself to get up. Kim was at the vanity, putting on her make up getting ready for work, and i rolled over onto my back to "listen" her get ready. She doesnt know i do this, but its very relaxing to listen to her do her thing. She does her hair, brushes her teeth, walks around getting ready, and to me, this is very peaceful. But this morning was different...

As i was listening to her get ready, i started thinking about a baby crying or a toddler jumping on the bed screaming for me to get up. To be honest, it FREAKED ME OUT...I think for the first time, i got a very waking and sobering taste of the immense responsibility that is just around the corner...but only for a passing moment.

Bc then i started thinking about getting up and making my boy breakfast. Or getting my little girl dressed listening to her ramble on about something she feels is "very important." Or even stumbling out of bed to go make a bottle and feed my hungry little baby. and then driving to work that morning thinking instantly about how long it would be until i could come home to see my family again.

And then, amidst the crying baby, screaming toddler, and rambling little girl in my head, i was at peace again.

Kim and I are about to begin our next adventure together, and I can say with certainty, we are ready.

Alonzo

Sound the alarms!

A 5-man fleet of firemen just left our house...you'd think I'd just burned the kitchen down or something!  No, apparently it takes that many firemen to perform a fire inspection of our house (which basically requires them to walk around the house and check our smoke alarms)  This is something required by the state for our home study report.  Everything was in working order and we passed with flying colors!  That was the last of many things we had to do before our home study interviews can begin.  Completing the home study will be our first big milestone in this process!