I feel the need to immediately share with you my new coffee creation, coffee, chocolate hemp milk and a little bit of cane sugar. What! So good. I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back to my pre-preggo black (gross, what was I thinking) coffee again.
I randomly have the hemp milk on hand as we go through the milk transition brigade with Presley (my 2-year old). I am starting to forget why we are going through this hell. I mean stay strong we can do this. I am not a quitter. I only say “I” because my husband looks at me with his sad droopy eyes and asks me if the dairy trauma has subsided and, “can we can just go back to giving her milk now?” Immediately, I want to jump in his arms and tell him, “Yes! I want to swim in an ocean of milk and end this chaos!” But then I remember my best friend, Kayli, looking at me with a dead serious face and telling me, “Jess, you scare me you are so competitive.” I like to assume that this characteristic is something she is very proud of and not one that she, as some would say, takes with the good. There may have been a let me extenuate, friendly, game of soccer years ago with some close friends… Anyway, I digress; I’m not giving in. I can’t let milk win. We did, however, have a setback this week. I cant lie, but set backs are ok, right? We will keep trying. Sigh. Yay.
So we currently have soy, hemp, rice and coconut milk in the fridge. I seem to be the only one drinking a whole lot of milk alternatives lately. Did I even drink milk before? Like I said, my husband and I broke this week and did buy Presley some whole milk. She wont drink out of her bottles anymore because she no longer trusts us with what we put in there, as she shouldn’t. So she drinks water strictly out of my 40 oz. aluminum Klean Kanteen, stainless steal bottle. By the way, my sister, Laura, introduced me to this bottle and it’s amazing. I will never use anything else again. Buy one. I get no commission I swear. Back to Presley, I know you are all waiting at the edge of your seat. Presley is a tall but petite (is that possible), thin, weirdly strong, firecracker. She is also not a quitter and she has no fear. That Kanteen bottle can be heavy when full and she makes it look light. She scares me sometimes.
For the last month we have been doing a lot of work around the condo. Prepping it to go on the market for the beginning of February. We have been cleaning, packing and painting. There are boxes stacked all over and ladders out while we work and Presley no fail, can be found climbing the ladder. She’s quick and sneaky. Takes her about a millisecond to get halfway up the ladder, apparently no fear of heights. Once I look over, I panic, trip all over the place, begin to feel faint and see spots all while trying to move my fifteen week twin pregnant belly over fast enough to get to her. There is wavering and tripping and it’s a very awkward scene all together. I would prefer my husband not ever witness this body in attempted fast motion. Ever.
With all of this work being done, the condo is looking the best it ever has. I don’t know why we didn’t do this when we moved in and just lived this way. When we decided to place the house on the market the realtors brought a stager in. She, in this case, walked through the house, room by room, taking notes, moving things around on the spot and making recommendations regarding best visual placement for staging. The best part is that she uses everything you already own. She may recommend a small accent here or there but she mostly utilizes your existing items. She also makes it look so simple. In Presley’s room she moved a basket of toys from one side to another and draped one of Presley’s cute blankets over it and it made a world of difference. Why didn’t I think of that? I love her. If you are seriously interested message me and I will send along her info!
For years, I mean like years, Mark and I would be standing in the living room and wonder how it would look if we flipped the furniture around. Without moving anything we decided, obviously using our tremendous interior design skills, that it was an awful idea. The stager walked into the living room and immediately began moving furniture. It maybe took her a whole eight minutes. Yeah, eight minutes. Mark and I sat in there for like six (seven?) years. This is typically when I would ask Kayli, how long have we been married and how long have we lived together. I don’t know why but for some ungodly reason I can’t keep track of this. Back to the stager, before I get disapproving looks from my husband, (I wont look over when I think he has read about three quarters of the way thru this post) she flipped all the furniture around on her own and it looks, get this, amazing. Mark and I removed, Interior Design, from the skills section of our resumes. The room is 100% more cozy, opens it right up and makes it more spacious and functional. I told you, I love her. Love you too Mark, best six, (or seven? Kayli, seriously…) years of my life.
So it’s been about fifteen minutes and my amazing coffee has been long gone. I seriously chugged it. I’m just realizing I thought I turned the news on but in the background right now is a man preaching that the storm is over and I cant look away. “If you believe the storm is over, the storm has got to go.” I like him. I have to change the channel, I am not ready to admit to viewing, let me check the guide, oh, the Jubilee Church channel. He’s addicting, why is this happening. “Storms are a part of life but storms don’t happen every day.” So true man, so true. Oh my goodness I just wanted to watch the weather. Get me out of here.
Anyway, in closing, the storm is apparently over and I highly recommend everyone make the investment to bring a stager into your home. Doesn’t matter if you just moved in or have been there for years! We decided that once we moved into our new home it would be completely worth bringing her back in to evaluate. I mean this is your home that you spend a large part of your life in. It deserves to look the best it can, especially for growing families on a budget. You know what I’m talking about. Date nights planned at home, gatherings with close friends and family, lots of home cooked meals, impromptu 80’s dance parties, movie nights and the list goes on. The quote, “Home is where the heart is.” is so true! Might as well live in the best expression of your heart.