It's been two week and what is there to say? A lot actually, just not a lot of time to say it. I feel like over the last couple months I am really mailing it in when it come to writing the blog or missing it altogether. It's just that the last two months have been some of the most stressful of my life and there are simply not enough hours in the day to get everything done.
The root of all the stress? Moving. And not just moving, but remodeling and moving. Our 8th move in our 15 years of marriage. The last two months have gone by in such a blur as we have spent every free and some not free moments working on the house. Finally two Fridays ago we unloaded our PODS. We still were unable to move in though. The house was still too torn up, we didn't have stair rails or toilets and we didn't have time to move all the stuff from my parents' that we have been using for the last two months. At last, last Saturday we finally, and officially, made the move.
Over the last week, we have done nothing but try to dig out and figure out how to make our house feel like a home, despite it still being a construction zone. I have been trying to celebrate small accomplishments, like having three working toilets, Jeremy having his office set up, and finally getting the tv connected and taking a moment to sit with our feet up. One big thing that did happen this week was that the city came and cleared our storm debris. Seeing them push our huge pile down the road was such a relief. I know that things will settle down. One day we'll have doors on my kitchen cupboards and the playroom won't be full of boxes. In the meantime, we are just taking it one day at a time.
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