Home Sweet Home

I have spent more time lately about hour home. Not our House might I add. Well it's more of the combination that our home is not our house. Yes we are renting. But there are some beautiful things about renting right? Things that I appreciate now. Like, I don't stress if we are going to be "stuck" in a house, or that if anything breaks I don't have to foot the bill, or that when I find out my neighbor stole our Grill Cover (I know right?!?) I don't cringe and think... I have to live next to these people forever!!!???!!! (btw I should tell more about this grill cover... next time)

All those positives of renting still don't make me stop and sigh every time I see a friend Painting their Baby's room... or actually have space to put their things... or customize their decorations to the house so it's one cohesive decoration ;) I see people in their houses and they are working on a masterpiece. Weather it is complete in 1 year or 20 it's okay because it's their permanent home, one they can mentally and emotionally invest in as well as physically and financially.


But... I walk around and see what we have done to make this condo our home... from Snowflakes on the windows... to Patio lights on the porch... I do feel nestled here and a little nervous for when we pick up our young roots and plant them somewhere new. (our roots have never been in one place long) On the other hand I hope someday I OWN a home... but right now I'm happy to be borrowing a home.

Can I borrow some?!?

Seriously ladies! Where do you get the time?!? I feel like my nose is above water if I get the dishes done by bedtime. :D I think a lot about a desperate house wives episode ( I have watched like five episodes) that I saw before I had Lauren, and the mother of five was exhausted and couldn't understand how moms were 'doing it all' and found out they were taking ridlin from the black market!! Ha! Somehow this gives me a tad amount of peace because it suggests maybe I'm normal because I can't do it all.