Hi June. I've had my eye on the arrival of this month for quite some time now. Our COMPLETION DATE for house90 is JUNE 16 which means that there are not that many days left until we can go home and get to know our new space. AND UNPACK. I woke this morning SO EXCITED about the fact that we are closer than ever to getting back to normal. And then the contractor sent me these house90 iphone shots and said JULY 1 is the new JUNE 16. BOOOOOO. This photo is house90 as of yesterday. Drywall done. It's kind of surreal because the walls are sort of just lines that I moved here and there on the paper plans and NOW THEY ARE REAL. That's cool. I can see the rooms taking shape. I can now start to visualize what colours I want on which walls. I can almost imagine us living in the space. AND I AM KIND OF BUMMED THAT IT'S STILL LOOKING LIKE A DEATH TRAP FOR TODDLERS. Oh, I know. The hard stuff is done. Renovations take longer than they say, I've heard that one a million times. Blah, blah, blah. The mega-beams and cleverly hidden posts and new floor joists and moved plumbing and new electrical and hours and hours of ripping the rest of it up are all done. Our contractor is great and I will write them a raving review when the whole thing is done and we are happily on with our life. I CERTAINLY WILL. We chose them because they were the first group of guys that didn't shake their heads and tell me how ridiculous this idea was. They looked at me like they were up for the challenge - KNOWING IT WAS A CHALLENGE - and they could see the vision.
The chandelier is not part of that vision.
Just saying.
Today: I woke up and realized that I'm over being out of sorts. I want to go home. My mom + dad are being incredibly awesome to house, feed and entertain us all. We've severely interrupted their lives and they haven't even complained! They truly are the best parents + grandparents in the world because we are a traveling circus complete with daily meltdowns and enormous messes. Three out of five members of our girl tribe chew on things they think are toys but are totally not. One of those members scratches doors when he wants to come inside. One of those members cries throughout the night. One of those members gets up at about 5:45am EVERY DAY. Two of those members spill things at every opportunity. Four of those members completely destroyed BabaLuba's pretty backyard full of flowers and pretty plants. Four out of five of the girl tribe members are being really great sports about being "at Baba's" even if I'm not anymore. I miss my friends and the conversations that keep my sane. I miss my work space and vanilla lattes and powerwalks (I have lost two pairs of runners since May 1). I miss my routine. I miss my bed. I miss having Dan around (although he's been GREAT to fly in to hang out with us on the weekends).
[Venting over.]
Let's make it up as we go along. GO!
