We are hopefully about 3 weeks away from being able to move in, that means electricity, air conditioning, separate bedrooms...um, er, privacy....starting to unpack and no more construction mess! There will still be a ton of work, but I couldn't be more excited. To say this has been a test of my inner strength is BEYOND an understatement. All things considered, things are going pretty well. I feel totally fine and like I'm awesome until suddenly I am not. About once every 2 weeks it gets to me and I feel like I'm going to die from this mess. I can't even recall the entire situation, but the water and electricity were turned off for the day, Lulu pooped on the floor and the boys were fighting and I thought I was going to lose it. I took a pillow behind the boxes and SCREAMED. You guys, my throat hurt for 2 days, but on the up side I didn't kill anyone.
Note: when I watched the video I realized I used the word "I" instead of "We" on a few things. This is definitely a WE situation. Tim works hard all day to pay for this and then comes home and slaves away on the house. I am blessed beyond measure to have this guy. Whenever he is struggling with the back breaking labor, I remind him, if only he was little bit stronger, then the work wouldn't be so hard. I know, he's blessed to have me too.