I love com­ments.  I love read­ing com­ments on oth­ers’ blogs.  I love when some­one com­ments on some­thing I write.  I like leav­ing them, too.  Unfor­tu­nately, I am par­tic­u­larly bad at doing it.  I read most of my blogs in Google Reader.  This makes it harder to com­ment.  It is espe­cially hard when I for­get about them for a few days and the unread posts pile up into the hun­dreds.  I end up skim­ming more than I would like.  I also just find that I feel like I don’t have time to stop and com­ment.  Booo! I know.  Here I am writ­ing about how much I enjoy read­ing what oth­ers have to say, and I give a lame-o excuse for not doing it myself.

I guess I need to do some­thing about it.  Either I need to read fewer blogs (can’t see this hap­pen­ing), or I need to make it a pri­or­ity (that sounds like a great idea, Casey!).    So, those of you whose blogs I read will (hope­fully) be see­ing more com­ments from me in the future!

As I do that, I am notic­ing that some­thing just doesn’t feel right.  I have com­plained writ­ten about my asthma a few times now.  Basi­cally, I have been on an inhaler for 7 months.  I still notices symp­toms dur­ing the day even sit­ting and relax­ing.  I have symp­toms dur­ing exer­cise.  I also cough uncon­trol­lably when I get sick.  Albuterol doesn’t help in either inhaler or neb­u­lizer form.  Is there a sec­ondary issue?  Do I have aller­gies?  Is this not really asthma?  Is the asthma stub­born or more severe than I/we ini­tially thought?

It is frus­trat­ing.  Right now, I am itch­ing to get out and get run­ning again, but I don’t do it, because it is such a frus­trat­ing expe­ri­ence.  We are mov­ing in July, and after we get set­tled, we plan to join the YMCA in town.  I am both look­ing for­ward to this (hav­ing access to the equip­ment and other activ­i­ties) and dread­ing the frus­tra­tion that comes with try­ing to increase my run­ning dis­tance and endurance.

I may start the couch to 5K plan again and give myself 2 weeks for each week of the plan.  I may also visit the doc­tor again to see if she has any insights.  I am not sure.

Recently, sev­eral friends of mine have taken trips with their young chil­dren.  When I see their pic­tures or hear their sto­ries, I get the travel bug.  Before the kids were born, Jason and I did a lit­tle trav­el­ing.  We went to Win­nipeg a few times, Seat­tle, Florida, and some more regional travel.  Since kids, we haven’t done much at all.  Look­ing at pic­tures (thanks, Face­book!), I am start­ing to get the travel bug.

Then, real­ity hits.    We did a small road­trip this week­end.  On Fri­day, we drove the 4 hours to my par­ents’ house.  We brought books, toys, burp cloths, and snacks.  I thought for sure the trip to their house would be no prob­lem.  Unfor­tu­nately, K and A didn’t agree with me.  They slept for less than an hour, and the rest of the time, they really needed to be enter­tained.  By the time we were about 30 min­utes from our des­ti­na­tion, I was ready to go to Bis­marck the next day in order to buy a DVD player with dual screens for the trip home.  (We didn’t do that, but I was very seri­ous about doing it.)  The trip home turned out to be much eas­ier which was a pleas­ant sur­prise, but I am def­i­nitely not ready to try too many trips that are much longer than this one was.

I sup­pose some of the wrin­kles get ironed out with prac­tice and as the boys get used to being in the car for longer peri­ods of time, but that seems like a painful tran­si­tion!  Maybe there are some secret tricks I don’t know, if there are, please share.  I would love to know!  I am pretty sure that if there aren’t secrets that would change the whole expe­ri­ence time and prac­tice are prob­a­bly the answers.    I guess the travel bug will have to wait a lit­tle longer to be satisfied.

Right now, I am sit­ting on our couch stew­ing about our house sit­u­a­tion and lis­ten­ing to A cough.    Poor kiddo.  He has had a slightly runny nose for the past cou­ple weeks.  It hasn’t even been runny, but every once in a while, he needs a tis­sue.  It just seems like it is a bit more than a nor­mal nose.

Now, he is cough­ing.  If you have read my past blog posts about my cur­rent frus­tra­tions with my health, you prob­a­bly know that cough­ing is a sore sub­ject for me.  As long as I can remem­ber, cough­ing has been my symp­tom of a cold.  When­ever I hear one of my kids cough­ing, I am imme­di­ately anx­ious about it.  I think about how I feel when I can’t sleep because I am cough­ing.  I think about how it has been such a strug­gle to get an answer for the cause of my cough­ing.  I think about how he must feel.  In fact, at some points, the trou­ble we have had con­trol­ling both mine and K’s allergies/asthma/coughing/whatever it is has actu­ally affected my think­ing about hav­ing more chil­dren in the future.

Right now, as I sit here and lis­ten to him cough, I feel like this is some­thing I did to him.  Poor kiddo.

I am a neglect­ful blog­ger.  I admit it!  Every time I get started blog­ging again, some­thing else comes up, and I take another long hia­tus.  I am sorry to any­one who does still read this blog.  I am try­ing to do bet­ter. 

Those of you who know me in per­son have most likely heard me talk about want­ing to move back into town.  Three years ago, we bought the house we cur­rently live in, and it is about 10 miles out of town in a small bed­room com­mu­nity.  For var­i­ous rea­sons, we want to go back to town.  We decided some time over the win­ter that we were going to put our house on the mar­ket and see what would hap­pen with it.  Our orig­i­nal goal was to have it up by May 1, then May 15, and finally June 2 or 3.  Well, for the last month, Jason and I have been clean­ing, orga­niz­ing, and declut­ter­ing.  We missed our goal of hav­ing it up on the mar­ket by June 2 or 3, but we did list it on Fri­day.  By Fri­day at noon, we had appoint­ments for three show­ings (with a fourth added later that evening).

It was a crazy day.  I ended up tak­ing all of our extra stuff out of the house and tak­ing the boys to a friend’s house.  We were sup­posed to have had another friend and her fam­ily over for sup­per here, but because of the tim­ing of one show­ing, we decided I would make sup­per at her house.  I threw all the food for sup­per in the van, too.  I got the boys out of the house at about 1:00 for the 1:30 show­ing, and we were out for the rest of the after­noon and evening.

We found out that two of the par­ties who had seen our house made offers.  We accepted the sec­ond offer on Sat­ur­day, and our house is offi­cially pend­ing right now.  Isn’t that amaz­ing?  The buyer had ini­tially pro­posed a clos­ing date of July 8th, but because we haven’t looked at ANY houses yet, we are plan­ning to close some time on or before July 16th.  Any prayers for the sit­u­a­tion would be appre­ci­ated!    God has worked this all out so won­der­fully, I am not wor­ried, but I know that even with every­thing going as planned buy­ing and sell­ing houses can be very stressful.

We are plan­ning to look at houses this week with our real­tor.  We made a list of all the houses that fit our price range and cri­te­ria.  We looked through it, and we man­aged to elim­i­nate 2.  Now, we only have 11 more to look at!    Eleven seems like it might be a smidge too many, but I just couldn’t not see them!

This is why I am not blog­ging right now.  I am not read­ing.  I am not exer­cis­ing much.  I am not cook­ing as much as I want.  I was only clean­ing, orga­niz­ing, and think­ing about clean­ing and orga­niz­ing.    It seems unbliev­able that when I go to BlogHer in about 6 weeks, I will no longer be liv­ing in this house!