I won’t lie, last week was one of the toughest we’ve had in a very long time. There were lots of tears, frustrations and just pure exhaustion. It’s weird to be experiencing such lows mixed with pure joy as well. We of course are overjoyed to be moved into the house, but the moving, painting, organizing, cluttered craziness that accompanies that was just a lot to handle. Add that to being pregnant and having a toddler that has no idea what the heck just happened to everything she normally is use to and we’re talking melt down city (for everyone).
I was so thankful for my mom who was here all week and just kept painting everyday. What a trooper! Our friends were here helping till 2am on more than one occasion as well. Kev’s parents came for the weekend and helped us tackle painting the 15+ ceilings we have in our living room. We really couldn’t have done it without all the help.
The dust is starting to settle a little. We have a long way to go before we are officially “moved in” though. Our garage is full of boxes and I am sure it will be like that for a while but here’s to hoping we can chip away at it a little at a time. It’s amazing how a fresh coat of white paint can make you feel refreshed and energized to keep at all the hard work.
You know what makes all the downs worth it…
Standing in the kitchen with the kitchen window open. Feeling a warm breeze, looking out over our backyard and seeing Kev playing with Rowan. Hearing them laughing, giggling and having a wonderful time.