Pouring Concrete |
Downstairs bedroom |
Don't get my wrong, I love all my jobs. I would not trade any of them. Sometimes my head hurts from changing so many hats in one day! I love being a mom! I love schooling and learning so many new things as we go through life. I just wish someone would level out that learning curve a bit on some of the new responsibilities. I am pretty sure it is not curving back on itself, but sometimes it feels that way. School this year is so far going SO well! WE are having so much fun and learning so many new things. It is incredible the amount of stuff I never knew or only knew until that test that has since escaped my brain . . . or is that what all these new gray hairs are from is?? LOL! But seriously we are totally enjoying ourselves! We are in the days of American expansion across the continent, slavery, mountain men, right before the gold rush, and the underground railroad. Exciting and sad times in our history. But so important. We are also learning about electricity, and currents and light bulbs with small D cell batteries. Hmm . . . I wonder if we could do our electricity for our house. . . . .
Moving on . . . Our foundation is almost done! Yeah! 3 weeks late! But, concrete is slow! I am thinking that the next step of framing and putting up the exterior is going to go so fast. I would bet 10 days or so and that will be done. So we are excited abut that! Maybe we will get moved by Christmas . . . I am not holding my breath though! I am having fun looking for good deals on fixtures and that sort of stuff for this house though! That is the fun part.
We are doing better with life in general. I think starting school and getting a little more routine has been good. Vacation is wonderful and we got to see and do a lot this summer, but, life must go on. There are still lots of times per week that I get "ambushed" by something that has me ready to call Dad and chat about whatever, or however important or not the item is it is always the kicked by a mule feeling in your gut, that, OW, I cant just make that phone call any more. Sometimes that just makes me cry. And that is OK. Even though I don't really like to cry, I do, and that is OK.
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