Three weeks of 9-3 classes with hours of school work each night and a nursery to get ready, shower lists to make, registries to update.
Last week of class I found out there was a permanent position opening at the high school. I spent four feverish days working on my cover letter & updating my resume and I dropped it off the Monday after class finished.
I got a call that I had an interview - that was this morning.
I got a variety of responses when telling people that I was going out for this job. I don't think I'll get it. Too many good teachers with tons of experience, no Master's Degree, who aren't pregnant are out of work. There are easier options that hiring me. But we'll see.
Also last week BORDERS found out that they were being liquidated. So that job that I planned to go back to, that I love has vanished.
So I have to watch my friends suffer through countless customers being awful to them because things aren't cheap enough yet. If these people would have come into the damn store with a coupon before this happened maybe we wouldn't be going out of business...
The baby is doing well, he's tracking big, HUGE head & a week and a half ahead on his size. Then there is the construction.
We decided to take out the bath tub & tile that was in the upstairs bathroom. Then the sink got very slow...then it stopped all together. I finally got done with school, we took a long weekend went to the shore and then my husband demoed the bathroom.
He removed the tile, that apparently we had really INSTALLED because it was very hard to get out, and then he took a sledge hammer to the bathtub and pulled it out in at least three large pieces.
Then the next night while we were taking a break and watching TV on the sofa, the dog barks at something in the kitchen. Part of the ceiling promptly collapses on her, scaring the poor thing half to death.
After fixing the VERY SMALL leak that lead to that collapse a second leak started about two feet to the right. After cutting down that section of ceiling we found that someone had plastered a washcloth to the old steel pipe in the 1940's and the patch must have come lose in all the commotion so now the pipe from the toilet to the tub was leaking.
I drove to home depot in a dead panic and retrieved the proper do-hickeys and returned to the house. My darling husband was still on the ladder and informed me that said second leak had stopped (it's now 7:30 on a Sunday) and that we would wait to cut the pipe until another day. We cleaned up.
Monday night we ripped the ceiling out of the kitchen, then we cleaned up. Tuesday I pulled nails out of the ceiling, and cleaned some more. The hubby had meetings for work, but we made a lunch time run to HD and picked up insulation for the ceiling which currently opens directly into the eve of the attic.
Tonight we are going to Lowes to pick up our bathtub for the bathroom that is still ripped apart, and I think we might be cutting the pipe out of the upstairs bathroom from the kitchen.
We have a call into the electrician to take out the knob and tube that's running through our kitchen ceiling so that we don't have to deal with it after we put the new ceiling in & we want to put in some new light fixtures.
I shopped online for light fixtures last night & this morning. I went to my interview & then to an OB appointment. I've been hanging out waiting for the electrician to swing by and look at our situation and formulate our plan. At five the starting pistol goes off again...
I still haven't finished painting the nursery... Maybe next week...
Into the third trimester we plummet, house torn apart, sleep deprived and sore from construction...At least we'll have some stories to tell the kid!
