Sunday, October 26, 2008

More Life at the Birth Control Bed & Breakfast

It's been a bit crazy here this last week. Lots of things going on and I've found myself well and truly swamped with life. In some ways, I like it like that. You go to bed on Monday night and then the next thing you know, it's Sunday and we're out of milk, toilet paper, and yogurt.

I had 3 extra kids in the house on Wednesday and I was beyond pleased with my ability to not yell at anyone in French or English for almost 12 hours. Thank goodness salt dough is a big hit with 6 kids between the ages of 2.5-7. Of course, I'm still finding lumps of it in strange places in the kitchen, but it's a small price to pay for guarding what's left of my sanity.

Which I have need of in the months and years to come. Trust Me.

Why? Well, let me introduce y'all to Whoopsie. Or "Bon Vacances, Chérie!":

Yes, we've been given a gift. Or rather, I was just before I left for my trip to the States in August. Who knew I had a little stowaway travelling with me, enjoying my cousin's wedding and the Orioles' game? I should have known something was up by the way I was craving seafood and chocolate in the same bite. One could only be sick or pregnant for that kinda combination.

We are expecting Whoopsie to check into the B & B sometime in early May. I can only imagine if we had such good success in scaring people out of having children before, now we'll be the place to stay.

One of my sisters already has four kids and she keeps trying to tell me how wonderful it is going to be. Of course, I'm getting this through snippets of conversation by telephone and on Facebook. She keeps promising to call when she's got a free moment to talk. That'll be about September of 2013, I'm thinking.

The dogs have taken the news rather well. I think they had hoped for a puppy (in truth, me too) but at least this means Anouk and Abaka will be able to get their beauty sleep from here on in.

I'm going to need a coma.

So here we go. On to the next adventure and whatever he or she may be like.


magali said...

Welcome to Whoopsie!
Please make sure to give him/her the security packet upon arrival: it must include Peanut Butter, PGTips, French Cheese. That's all he/she will need because arriving in your house means a lot of love and fun!
Take care

Sue said...

Truly a we all know, God does have a sense of humor!

Kitty said...

Glad to see Whoopsie. Can't wait to meet him or her!

Kelly said...

Very cool. Very, very cool. He or she doesn't know yet just how lucky he or she is to be part of this fabulous family!


Dig said...

Thank you for the kind comments! Yes, I hope Whoopsie will be happy to share in all the chaos we've got going on. Heck, there's always room for at least more at the inn!

diane said...

All four of my kids gave me a reason to curse the day they were born and want to hug them in the last 24 hours. That desire to hug really is much stronger then cursing. Just kiss your plans for a clean house here and there good buy. Invest in getting the washer moved upstairs and buy a cow. You'll be all set. All you need is love.

RHB said...

While they are God's gifts to us, they do tend to bring out both the best and worst in us. Being faced with the worst in me makes me realize how much I really do not have it all together and how much I really do need God's grace to be the mother that they need. (Hebrews 4:14-16)

Can't wait to meet your gift #4!

ckweirath said...

Whoopsie (and Mini-Husband, Princess & Bubba Love) are all truly lucky!

Jenimal said...

:) so I had to come over here to see whoopsie .... Congrats :)

Although I'm sure a puppy would have been fun too... and easier to potty train ;)