Good day to you all! I said that I would keep you all posted on our current family of six adventure, so here I am writing! Work should officially begin this week, but I thought that I would share some quick few thoughts about our family life at the moment.
So like I have mentioned before, this may seem small to some of you; however, this home disaster is BIG for me. It feels big for a few reasons. First, it is affecting our functioning and storage space(s), which is absolutely vital for a large family living in some tight quarters. Secondly, I really do display some OCD tendencies sometimes, and with this being out of my control, and relying on others to start okaying and doing the work, this is just irritating to me. (If you saw the Big Bang Theory this past week, I could so relate to what Sheldon was describing!) While I am not always able to keep up with the demands of cleaning and upkeep to the extent of some people, in many ways I am a clean freak desiring to clean things in a relatively decent time frame. And with the impending construction, the need to clean has decreased substantially; however, the desire is still very much there! I have to talk myself out of cleaning things that are about to get either torn up or affected by construction, so I am ready to just get the repairs going already! I am also aware that this house is about to get a heck of a lot messier before it get's a whole lot better, which scares me. Our backyard looks like a city dump now. I can't stand my children playing and/or sitting in some of the affected areas; however, many of the affected areas are right in front of the house and part of the kitchen and major traffic areas! I also REALLY REALLY would like our downstairs bathroom and closet back!
On Friday of last week, I got quite annoyed with everything, and I began to have some little panic attacks. I reached my breaking point about it all. On a good day, Friday was going to be rough regardless. I had places to be all day long. I was going here and there like a crazy, wild woman. At one point, my breakfast consisted of one donut, a few grapes, and I handful of cheddar cheese sticks to go that I swiped at the girls' school during a reception while wrangling both boys too. Couple that with just plane ordinary exhaustion with a less than a perfectly functional house, I was all kinds of like a loose cannon. During one of my pit stops at home, I tripped over the area that had flooring and where damaged flooring had been removed--total hazard by the way; and I almost wiped out with Big Mac in my arms, which just sent me over the edge of emotions! At one point that day, I misunderstood something that Scot sent via text, and I bawled my little eyes out in the kitchen when I thought, incorrectly, that repairs were going to begin another whole week later than what was originally believed. I probably just needed a good cry, which up until that point, I hadn't really had yet. I just had shed a tear here and there with a few tantrums mixed in! I am finding myself as I type this very post actually, getting agitated by it all and the wait, as Big Mac was pulling parts of the old flooring, wall, and cement up with his bare hands in the kitchen, because we are living in a construction zone! I just want it to end already...
We still have a bathroom vanity to pick out, a new sink to choose, and faucets. The flooring guy is coming to measure for flooring on Wednesday, which for me as mamma of this household is just not quick enough. I want to see men in here working on my house NOW...
But like always... I have to wait. I have never been a patient person, but things like this make me all the more anxious. And of course. nothing ever happens on my time, which makes me all the more upset, and a struggle... so hence I am struggling and tired of struggling and trying to keep myself in check. I am getting exhausted. I also feel like I am just doing a horrible job keeping myself in check, and find myself having to ask Scot as well as God for forgiveness constantly. I just wouldn't mind, however, if one thing could occur on my preferred timing!
So we have taken a few more projects on while we are at this phase, and while we have a contractor to help. In the above picture you can see my tight little foyer, which often looks just as crowded every time we are about to leave, for which that day was no different either. Therefore, the pony wall to the left of the kids is coming down during repairs, and hence the term renovations. Taking down the awkward pony wall will open up the area around the front door, which will be very helpful.
Please pray for me as this is stretching me big time. As we speak, we still have not received the contract to sign to get work underway, and this frankly is irritating to me, because none of these people have to live in this mess. Also, I am realizing how busy a mom of four really truly can be as I am often going anywhere and everywhere throughout any given day. Fridays are looking like they will be crazy days for the near for seeable future. With that said, Scot and I are also contemplating allowing the girls to come home via the bus every Friday afternoon so that the boys can have their much needed naps. I am learning that being a mom to a larger family means that flexibility, and the willingness to change up what were once set plans, is key. We are a family under construction!
(Again, no time to proofread or edit!)
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