I wasn’t going to write a post today. I’ve was gone from 7:29 this morning until 8:30 tonight except for about 30 minutes of comment-checking, red-lipstick-painting, and costume-gathering.
But then, I saw that my friend Mary, over at Giving Up on Perfect was participating in a 5 minute writing challenge at the Gypsy Mama, and I thought it sounded like fun.
The topic: 5 years ago.
Five years ago, we were living in a rent house. A rent house that was 400 square feet smaller than the house we’d moved out of. According to U-Haul, we had brought enough stuff to fill two houses, each twice as big as the one we were moving out of.
The house was filled with boxes, I was 8 months pregnant and spent time every single day on my knees, praying that God would lead us to the right house. I’d prayed for 6 months for our house to sell, and when it had, two months earlier, every house we’d looked at went off the market and there was literally nothing in our small town that would work for our family.
I cried a lot.
It was probably about this time that we started looking for a storage unit, because the rent-house had boxes stacked to the ceiling in the entire two-car garage and covering every wall in the living room.
I was buying baby girl clothes like crazy because it was the only thing I could do to nest. There was no room for a nursery. But there was an “ebay room.” It breaks my heart to realize/say that.
Ok, I’m done. Five minutes are up, and the rules are that you have to stop after that.
I think I’ll go cry now.
I didn’t have time to let myself do that during the five minutes.