I have missed blogging so much, but there just hasn't been time. There isn't really time right now, but I'm typing for a few minutes while I should be doing other things. I should always be doing other things.
So we bought a house nearly two months ago now, but we just moved in less than two weeks ago. We (I say we..I really mean Will) have been doing what turned out to be some major renovations. Kitchen and main bath...all new. Neither one is finished yet, but we are slowly getting there. Looking back, it would have been nice to not have moved in already, but after pushing back our move out day repeatedly the apartment leasing office finally put their foot down and rented it out from under us. We had to go. Someone else (surprisingly) wanted our apartment with the faint green crayon smudges on the walls and the upstairs neighbors who liked to yell at each other at 5:00 a.m.
But...we moved, and it was the hardest move we've ever done, and we've done more than our fair share of moves. (I couldn't figure out how to get "move" in that run-on sentence one more time.) Since someone has to keep an eye on Liam at all times, 99% of everything having to do with this move and renovations has fallen on Will. He is a weary man. Beat down. Hating our new house for the amount of his time it has consumed and continues to consume. All I can do is help when I can (which is not much between Liam and working from home), be encouraging, or nag him to get more things done faster. I'm ashamed to say I've done more of that last one than the other two. Between the closing day and the moving day, I stepped foot in our new house all of two times. I didn't understand that house renovations are apparently the most time consuming thing ever. We now know that any project will take AT LEAST four times longer than you think it will, especially when one person is doing the work mostly by himself. Will has thankfully had help from friends, and we are incredibly grateful to them for giving up their time and sharing their knowledge and helping us out.
However, I'm beat down too. Liam is wearing me out these days. Busy is an understatement. Belligerent is an apt word to describe him. Around the time he turned two (about two weeks ago), we moved, and then I found out the Terrible Two's are real. He is stressed out along with us because everything is different now. Our house is still not "put away" (where's it going to go, lol?) so I spend a lot of time redirecting him and keeping him from touching/doing something he shouldn't. Tantrums ensue. Stressed out mommy. No one is happy. Everyone is crying. Blerg. It's just a stressful time for everyone.
Want to read something funny? I had originally planned to have Liam's birthday party here at our new old house May 19. Way back at the beginning of April, that sounded like a great plan. May 19 ended up being just one day after we moved in. So the party has been pushed back to June 2. In two days. Three weeks ago, we thought sure this place will be awesome and ready for public viewing by then!
It's not.
Not even close.
I'm trying not to freak out on the inside (or the outside) about that. The living room and kitchen are still flesh-colored (Eww). We will have a kitchen floor by then! But the cabinets will not be painted nor will they have doors. The backsplash area will still look rough and patchy. I will have to get over it. I will have to make decorations and do everything at the last minute. I will have to be stressed until 4:00 p.m. Sunday when the party starts. I will have to not worry about what our guests think of our half done house. I assume they will not care. They are our friends. I still care, though.
However, I know Liam will have a fun Curious George party with his buddies. That's really all that matters. And in a few weeks, we will have a finished, cute house.
The end.
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