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The Door

We have been looking for a screen door for the back, upstairs entrance to our house. Something solid, with a screen at the top, and some character to it. The door we have currently is a simple and metal with a window that does its job but lets very little light and fresh air in.

Our first stop was where every home owner goes when they want to take home improvements into their own hands, Home Depot. This was not my suggestion, I hate the Depot. I do not like the colour orange and I live for a bargain.

I have never found a bargain in the Depot.

After looking at their doors and discovering that I was right and the Home Depot may not be the place to purchase our items we changed directions and sought out a home based carpenter.

The person we were aware of had a business out of his garage, which is very normal in our area, and sold solid pine front a back doors, these are not ready for pick up, they are ordered and made. We met with him and discussed parameters, cost, time frame, and bargained with him a bit.

Okay I bargained with him.

I was satisfied, somewhat, with the deal we got but when I returned to the car with the baby I felt like I hadn’t gotten the best deal I could have.

He and Brian arrived a few minutes later and he commented on our car.

“Wow! Mazda 3, nice car, you guys must not do too bad eh?!”

Was he comparing my lifestyle to this car?

“Oh, this is a rental, this isn’t my car.”

His stare shifted from me to Brian. Brian then offered that I purchased a Volkswagen.

“Huh. Another great car. You guys really aren’t doing bad at all.”

I could feel myself getting angry. Who was this guy? He had no idea how “well” we were doing and if we were doing “well” at all. I hadn’t disclosed how much I make or how many bills we have, he simply assumed based on my rental vehicle and then my purchased car.

Was this why he didn’t lower the price of the door much? Because he believed we made “enough.”

I discussed my thoughts with Brian on the way home and my frustration with the way people perceive others just by their clothing, vehicles, or house.

I’m thankful that I rarely allow myself to do this and have learned through my line of work that you never know what someone else has or is going through. Someone may be driving a BMW, work for a multi-million dollar company but be in millions of dollars of dept and be terribly unhappy, or they might work two nights a week at a restaurant and have thousands in savings but shop frugally and drive a 1990 cavalier.

You never know.

And you know what?

It’s none of your business.

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Let's BEE Friends

*SLAM*

"I HATE YOU!"

My bedroom door hit its frame so hard I can see where the wood has split with my anger.

My blood boils.

Stupid house. Stupid rules.

I hate it here.

Throwing my body face first into my pillow I let out my frustration, my confusion, and my teenage angst. I cry because I can't go to the party I so badly want to attend and because my parents don't understand me. I scream because they don't care.

My tears choke me, they're fast and hard.

My head hurts.

Then I hear a knock.

"Go away!"

My voice is cracked, hoarse from screaming and I'm still angry.

I feel my dad's weight beside me on the bed.

"Don't get wound up."

Is all he says.

And then he puts his hand in mine and gives a tug.

I spring up and wrap my arms around him, close my eyes and bury my head in the comfort that is my father, and cry.

And we sit that way, together, father and daughter, a quiet understanding; a forgiveness, until I am calm.

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The Fever

This meme came at the perfect time!

19 Weeks

Why?

Because I have the fever!

The baby fever!

Oh Lawd.

After I had my daughter I was certain I wasn’t having anymore babies and I couldn’t figure out how the parents of more than one got to the place where they wanted more.

The weight of being a new mother, breastfeeding, sleepless nights, and attempting to wrap my head around the incredible responsibility in front of me had me swearing off all future children.

And then I found out I was drowning from Post Pardum Depression.

So I fought.

Hard.

And I won.

I found out what it’s like to be a mother without PPD dragging me down.

29 Weeks

Light, relaxing, and enjoyable.

There’s a future.

And I want to do it again.

Leighann

Note: I am not pregnant nor am I trying to get pregnant at this time.

I have a wedding to plan people!!

But I will hold your baby, rock your baby, smell your baby, buy your baby

clothes, and look at pictures of your baby.

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