New steps! They seem so big right now. So much cement! But husband assures me that once the new flower beds are in and the railing is up it will look more proportionate. I'm thrilled to be rid of our cracked steps with the weeds growing out of the bottom. Thrilled! So why is it I can't stop eyeballing that little paint splattered roof? Wouldn't it look so much better with some cedar shingles? And our house lights are so freaking teeny tiny. Were they that small when we bought them? Maybe some copper window boxes would help balance it out? Wait...what's that sound? Oh, it's the sound of husband reading over my shoulder and getting ready to throttle me.
And our house isn't sinking sideways into the earth, though I feel like I am right now. I had one overwhelming parent teacher conference this morning. Son's having a hard time at school. In general really. Nothing frightening, but enough of an issue that the teacher recommended we talk to "someone" about it. In the meantime, I'm trying hard to hold back the flood of "I've totally f'ed up my child" guilt so I can take care of what needs to be taken care of.