Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Construction Whine

I think of myself as a definite morning person. I like being awake before David, I could go to be by ten every night, and I love love love drinking my coffee by myself when I still have the whole day to enjoy.

However, what I love less is this:

Oh, and this:

In the first picture, you get a sense of just how many random people are milling about our house by 7:50 every morning. (Each car/truck usually brings about two-three people.)

Yes, it is nice that soon David and I will get to live in this beautiful house that is brand new. But until then, we are like three months past the scheduled completion date and our house is still a zoo everyday!

In the lower photograph, you can (barely) see a big Cat tractor (I think that's what it's called) that is driving past our house every morning on the way to start construction on another house that burned down in the Four Mile fire.

Sigh. This a.m. I definitely considered becoming a night person. If only I wasn't prone to eating chocolate late at night I might take some action and start staying and waking up late!

In other news, my dog is cute:

I'm almost embarrassed to admit how much I love her. It's also made me think more favorably about having kids. I mean, having a dog is not the same as having kids. But in both cases you are expected to exert some effort in order to care for another being. Your reward in both cases is that you get to love something and on most days it makes you a happier person as a result.

Peeps with kids--am I even close? I'm trying really hard to come around to the kid thing, but the tiniest part of my rational brain needs a really good explanation for why we humans voluntarily raise children--not that raising kids is a horrible task, of course, but is definitely very challenging on a lot of levels.

Lastly, I wrote another paragraph for my dissertation introduction. To reward myself, I went and had my makeup done at Sephora--as a tutorial for the "big day." I liked how it turned out, though I did experience some self doubt about my current level of makeup use. I used to wear makeup really frequently, though since meeting David I've whittled it down to powder, blush, and mascara (at his request).

I have to say, it made me feel a bit prettier to wear more makeup again. But I was not a fan of the cleanup:

I don't think I'll be wearing industrial-strength mascara on our wedding day.

*Is having kids worth it? How much makeup do you wear?


  1. Hate to say it, but imagine every parent/child relationship cliche you've ever heard, double the cheese, and that's about right. "They complete you." "You love unconditionally" blah blah blah, that's how I feel about our 8 month old.

    I still fall back on something a character said in an old Scrubs episode though, "Dude, it's like having a dog that slowly learns how to talk. It's awesome."

    And it is.

    And I wear no makeup.

  2. Keep it coming! That's the kind of "stuff" (I'd like to use a swear word here but that seems not nice since we're kind of talking about your child) that I need to hear if I'm going to get knocked up.
    So far David's attempt at persuading me consists of him saying that he will be "relatively" nice to me for the duration of the pregnancy...