Today,supposedly, I am to receive the keys to my new house. This is a great help, but it does not mean that I am anywhere close to done. Now I have to start moving. I am 7 months pregnant. I can't move much of anything until my husband comes home.
But at least I can say I have a house. If I actually get the damn keys.
I can do a lot of planning. I can console myself with the knowledge that we don't have to stay in a falling apart house much longer. And OMG, I have a kitchen again. I can't cook yet because the gas tank isn't in place but I have actual cabinets, a brand new fridge, and a brand new microwave. I don't have to eat another meal with my in-laws ever again. That alone makes me want to weep in joyful relief.
Tomorrow Will is off work and I suspect there will be many trips back and forth across the yard with very little time for blogging. I have a lot to write about. I have become an expert on NOT having a nervous breakdown. I ordered new books, my little garden is pitiful but growing, I got my stepson in counseling, I have many projects to talk about, and I now know more than any one person should about demolition.
Soon, Readers, soon.