I am now 12 weeks pregnant. I am slowly regaining my energy. This morning, I managed to clean the bathroom shelves. I was exhausted when I finished, but happy because a few weeks ago I wouldn't have managed more than the first shelf.
I am trying to deep clean the house. I insist on everyone picking up after themselves, but no one really takes notice of what needs to be done except me. Since I've been too tired to do laundry, the house has really went downhill.
My other reason for desperately trying to get things in order is that I've decided to tear the kitchen. My kitchen is actually a separate house. It was not very well built. Most of the floor sills are rotting. My idiot brother-in-law really screwed things up, like when he decided to eliminate a load-bearing wall.
I hate the kitchen. Suddenly, I realized we have more than enough room for everybody and everything in the older section of the house. The boys will be sharing a room, but that's no big deal. I can turn one bedroom into a real kitchen and the water pipes are already in place because the bathroom is the next room over. It would be far easier to heat and would cut our power bill in more than half.
My husband is dragging his feet because we decided to tear down the house. He doesn't want to repair/remodel something that is going to be demolished. I understand, but we have to tear off the kitchen anyway so we'll have room to build the new house. We paced everything off and discovered the new house will sit within three feet of the kitchen. I am terrified we will build the new house and then a wall will fall on it as we try to tear down this house. I am not building a house twice.
I'm hoping if I get the front room arranged, and if the boys seem excited about sharing a room, then my husband will finally get on board with my idea. Tomorrow I'll show you just how ugly things are.