I figured out why contractors are so well-loved. They demolish your house and take away every single creature comfort you have; electric, solid walls, a lock on the front door.
Then as they create the new house you get all those things back you used to take for granted. You plug the holes in the walls and keep out the flies, you close the windows and keep out the wildlife, you get electricity back in the rooms you used to do without, a laundry room inside instead of on the back porch.
For just a moment I thought to myself - my house is so perfect. This has been worth it all. Then I realized - we aren't done. The house has plywood walls and a plywood floor. We have windows and a door and some insulation, but that's it. Only the rough electric is done. But we have done without so many of those things for such a long time that I truly felt like we were at a good stopping point.
Perspective: I wanted lots of new square footage and space. But once half of our living space and electricity was taken away I was perfectly happy with a job that was half-way done. Perhaps I need perspective in the rest of my life as well.
Friday, February 8, 2013
An email hubby sent to his work colleagues today. This is just so indicative of our life for the last 10 years. See Missing Monster Van Key for corroboration.
Sigh. Despite ten years of training to the contrary I have again committed the fatal mistake of putting down something important and leaving it unattended. One of my delightful bundles of joy has picked up and then put down my car keys somewhere (hopefully) inside the house.
Half-hour in beds have been tossed, toy boxes up-ended, furniture moved, and still no luck with the search. Next up, interrogating a 2 year old with goldfish like recall. This afternoon I'll approach the 4 year old with the attention span of a puppy on meth once he's back from pre-school. Since that never works I'll likely have to offer the older ones a cash reward if they can locate them.
I've already missed the shuttle and since there's no meetings today I'll likely OnDuty-FH if I do find them.
I kissed the baby and I really shouldn't have. She tastes like a mixture of Starburst-flavored lip gloss and pizza-explosion Goldfish crackers. Blech. Not a good combination before I have even had breakfast.
Eleanor thinks she is big. In addition to her non-stop chattering (regardless if anyone is in the room with her or not), she is in charge. She will go into the kitchen, open a bag of Goldfish and put some in a baggie for a snack (which accounts for her spicy flavoring this morning). She does the same for all meals; getting our utensils, cups, and plates. She will bring me shoes, socks and a jacket and proclaim "go outside". And hold on to your hat if the big kids are walking to school without her. She does not want to be left out, which is why I have been carrying her out of the preschool kicking and screaming for the last month. She thinks she is big.
Much to the dismay of the public. I let her play with the big kids and as a result she is fairly sure footed. I allow her to run back and forth and climb on 5 foot walls. I don't worry about her falling - until I start getting the stink-eye from strangers. Then I am more worried about the judging. In fact, after several people told me my daughter "shouldn't be playing like that" I decided to retrieve her. At which point she ran from me and fell and hit her head. I should have just let her be. After 5 kids and 10 years of parenting I still cave to peer pressure. *sigh*
Miss Eleanor adores her big sister and has stolen her lip gloss - which accounted for the fruity flavor this morning. Eleanor likes to play soccer with Lainy Ann, scooter, wander the yard looking at flowers, everything. I was worried about their age difference when Eleanor was born. While they won't have a sister rivalry like I did with my sister I know that Lainy Ann will do anything for Eleanor.