Dear March,

Weston
3 years

I anticipated your 31 days to drag, but you proved me wrong in so many ways. You happen to be one of my favorite months not only because you are the month my baby was born, but March is the start of the "green" season, the budding of trees and flowers begin to bloom again. You also allow us a much needed break from school, in which we were able to go home and enjoy the AZ sunshine. Although it was a week of mixed emotions, I learned during that week how much I depend on Diet Coke. It has become a stress reliever for me (much like a chained smoker--how sad!) So much that Doug was asking, do you really need another one?--it became comical. Yes, honey I did! (I'll spare the ounces per day I consumed). Spring break felt like a blink of an eye. Literally. We chose to drive back through the night to allow our kids to experience the annual Clouse egg hunt with all of their cousins.

Bringing home WAY too much candy. It felt like Halloween deja' vu. We left Arizona feeling ready to be back with family and ecstatic we were able to find a home close to "perfect" for our family. (For those who are interested you can email me and I will be more than happy to send you a link to photos and our new floor plan. My photos didn't turn out so well).

The week after spring break I went into selling mode and getting our house ready. I spent the week touching up paint, power washing, painting our front trim, front door and even managed to drag Angie into my "preparation" process. We spent our creative Friday putting mulch in my front and back flower beds. We were so black from dirt--I can't believe I forgot to take a photo). Afterwards, we quickly moved furniture so that Gilbert the chem dry man worked his magic on my 6 year old carpet. I was pleased at the results and it really looks like we put in new carpet. (I was skeptical about doing it--but glad I did).


Saturday the 27th of the month was the official day the sign went up. I wasn't worried about the house selling, but now the doubt is setting in. Will someone really buy our house? The tricky part about selling is keeping it looking like a pristine "model" home.


I am a clean person, but to have the vacuum marks, the laundry washed and put away at the drop of a hat really is exhausting. If only we could "freeze" the way our house looks. Ha. The kids are now into the thick of baseball. I am actually enjoying it more than I imagined. The only trouble is that we have 4 games a week between Taylor and Jared (with all the other activities), making our schedules just a little tricky.

Yesterday we had our first call for a showing. The bummer part was we were at church and it also was fast Sunday. Our dinner plans quickly changed to sandwiches (instead of tasty grilled burgers) and some family time at the park.

We even took the dog to Raymond Rimkus Park

It was nice to get out, but at the same time I feel as though we are prisoners in our own home. I know so many can relate because you have either been there or have recently sold a home. But, we are managing and March really has been good to us. How can we complain after finding a home, spending a week with family and coming home to great friends? The downfall on the other hand is we STILL don't have our Honda back. That is another post within itself.


blessing: a car to drive