Tuesday, June 4, 2013


I am horrible at making decisions.

Especially big ones.

And when you're building a house, it seems like they're ALL the "big" ones.

I will make one, and then think about it for a little while, and then change it.

Then I'll get a little sick to my stomach and change it again.

Then Dave will tell me he wants something else and without fail I decide to like the opposite.

It's in my mind and I am not afraid to admit I have problems.

Right now we are trying to decide cabinets (heights and placement and who to use to make the darn things), where to put plumbing, which plumbing fixtures to use, how to set up walls, ceiling heights, where to put lighting, A/C ducts, how many transom windows we can add to let in more natural light, what appliances to use (the cabinet guy needs to know all the specs last week), and exterior materials.  That's just the crunch-time stuff that needs to be decided NOW.

It scares me to death.

Even more so since Dave has been out of town 20 out of the last 25 days.  And he's the head-honcho on this project so I've had to make so many decisions without him on very little sleep since I'm trying to be a mother at the same time to children who need a little extra TLC right now.  I'm also giving a speech this Saturday for a music conference that has been weighing on me and it was Max's 16th birthday yesterday which was such a big deal.  SIXTEEN!  (More about that on the main blog over here.)  So we've been trying to figure out how to celebrate that too, and are doing a big surprise party for him tonight.  Crossing our fingers he's really surprised and it will work out.

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