I've been up since 5:30 and have been thinking about writing all morning but I don't know what to write. I don't have all my p's and q's in an order to make a really long content-rich posting.
We're doing this camping thing tonight. I'm dreading the possible pain in the back and hips that hopefully won't be too bad and require another visit to the chiropractor. But you know what, I LIKE the chiropractor and I felt pretty good the last time I saw him. I just don't want to have a long day tomorrow because I couldn't sleep last night.
The kids are psyched. The husband is *hopefully* finally in a state of relaxation of some sort. You know someone is right there in the thick of it with you when THEY start having panic attacks about everything that has to get done and that isn't getting done and how there are so many things they have to do all of the time.
If I said that we knew what we were getting ourselves into, I wouldn't be totally honest.
Life is always a lot. And if it wasn't, I'm sure I'd be more sad about it not being so much.
I love it. We bask in it. This is the progression forward that is progress.
This is the productivity of living. We are doing a lot of living.
I love it.
It never really slows down, it just shifts into a new or different state of being. We had a lot of down time, we spent a lot of time laying around and playing video games on the Wii, that was back in the wintertime. It was a nice time, but we were resting in wait.
In wait for what? For the beautiful home that is unfolding before us. For every inch of hardwork and blood and sweat and tears that get poured into every-single-thing in this house. And at the end of the day, it's going to look gorgeous.
The constant bustle and seemingly-never-ending list of to-dos is daunting. We are always trading one inconvenience for another.
The ladder that stood erect in our kitchen for at least a month was FINALLY cleared out (due to the wonderful fact that we FINALLY got that new kitchen fan and support box installed) and the clear space was really just wishful thinking, because it's been filled with a pallet of subflooring and the boxes of the flooring that is happening as we speak. Because it is important to have newer nicer floors than what we've been living on, and that project has taken presidency.
Also we needed to get moving on those floors if we ever intend on finishing anything up in that downstairs bathroom. And it is coming along, the new shower basin and walls are installed, you can see where the faucets will be going, the drywall is evened out and ready for painting, the new flooring is creeping its way all over the basement. The "extra" room downstairs is that much closer to being finished and used for a space other than a junk-room. Our basement bedroom will be a lot nicer by the end of the year, but not through any lack of effort on behalf of mostly my husband. All I do is half heartedly try to keep the mess at bay while he's doing most of the work to get things in.
He's learning a lot.
But as for now, as for today, we are on a vacation day. No classwork or final grading shall haunt my thoughts. No flooring or chores. Nothing except the beautiful view of the lake, the star shower I'll be privy too all night, the lake viewed sunrise first thing tomorrow morning, and the amazing time I'm going to have with my family before my children go back to school on Monday.
This summer has flown by. I can't complain. As "busy" as it has been, truly, I haven't really done much of anything. And that's okay too.
The world just keeps on turning even if my feet aren't greasing the wheel beneath it by the sweat of my productivity.
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