Yesterday morning, I went to Coffee Break. (Coffee Break is a Bible study for women that is pretty universal across the Christian Reformed Church, which is the denomination Mark and I both grew up in. We have yet to settle on a church here in our new city, but we still have strong ties to… Continue reading Unsettled
Today, I am 35 weeks into my second pregnancy. On Monday, I realized that not only did I have no idea where our crib hardware was, I also had no idea where to even look since our move. All the major parts are leaning up against the wall of the nursery, but the hardware to… Continue reading 35 Weeks
I’ve been doing my best not to complain too loudly, but it is definitely time to admit that I am reaching the end of what I can tolerate. But that’s the funny thing about heat, right? And weather in general. It doesn’t care what you can tolerate. Our new house has no A/C. In the… Continue reading It’s hot
Isabel was eating her grilled cheese sandwich and watermelon lunch when it started to pour. Gone were our plans for the afternoon – a day spent in the wading pool and sandbox in the backyard, perhaps while I made some progress on ripping out the overgrown flowerbeds that surround her grassy backyard play space. I… Continue reading A Rainy Day in the Play Room
I have been a full-time stay-at-home mom for two and a half months. Probably, I should wax poetic about how rewarding, how blissful it is to spend days running through fields of wild flowers with my joyful, carefree, clean, and perfectly well-behaved daughter. But, waxing poetic about motherhood would, for me, be one big fat… Continue reading When Motherhood Is Struggle
We’ve been in our new house for a week an a half now. Our life is mostly out of its boxes, but nothing is really quite settled in its proper place. I’m not sure if I’ll feel like things are settled here for a few weeks yet. It will take scrubbing out a few more… Continue reading A Little House Tour
Today, at their final play date, one of Isabel’s best friends squeezed her so tight in a bear hug as we were packing up to leave that she made Isabel cry. At 2, Isabel doesn’t understand the ferocity behind her 7-year-old friend’s hug. She doesn’t understand that they won’t be right across the street anymore.… Continue reading The Emotional Cost of Starting Over
A short announcement, because life is busy but I keep thinking I might want to become serious about this blog again one day and I don’t want to be catching you all up on everything forever. This Dusty House is moving! And I don’t just mean domain names. I mean, I’m sitting in a disaster… Continue reading We’re moving!
Today, I graduated. Today, I can officially call myself a librarian. It’s been a long two years, full of ups and plenty of downs. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished. But at the same time, walking up onto that stage today felt a little bit unsettling. Dressed in black regalia, a bright pink and blue… Continue reading A Long Two Years: Graduation!
Yesterday, I submitted one of my final papers for one of my last classes. The end of my masters is so close – a mere week away. I can’t help but admit I’m a little nervous about the next stage of my life. There’s no job waiting for me, not yet. There may not be… Continue reading A Little Update and Some Big News