So Sunday was officially our first night in our new home. We got back from the airport around 2p and I Could.Not.Wait. to scoop up that little Co Bean in my arms!!!! He came flying down the hallway and tackled me and then pointed to all of the spots I needed to hug and kiss. I happily complied. He hugged my neck a good bit of the evening and I just couldn’t get enough of it. We hung out around my parents’ long enough to get some late lunch and to pack up a van full of our ‘random items’ still in the house. (ever notice just how many random items there are left over after you finish moving?!?!?)
We thought we’d come home to a house with finished odds and ends, but the carpenter was still there working, not having had enough time to finish the bookshelves while we were gone. It was understandable, but we were disappointed….
SAWDUST. If you’ve never lived in a house full of it than I just cannot describe to you what its like. Suffice it to say he’ll be finished this afternoon and then the wall mopping will commence. Well, technically, we’ll shop vac, then sweep the walls and then the floor, shop vac again and then mop the walls and then the floors but you didn’t really want the technical info, did you?
So we’ve been eaten out of plastic cups and plates and with plastic forks and spoons this week. Living it up “camp style” as David calls it. All the food in our frig can be eaten without preparation or actual cooking. Boxes are stacked to the 9′ ceiling in the dining room, still closed and sealed with tape. Upstairs our bedrooms and the bathroom are full of the things we couldn’t trust to survive the dust downstairs.
Come this evening, I don’t know if I will ever have been so happy to mop in all my life.
Amid the boxes and dust and our house that is “really not actually all the way finished yet” (just ask Co 🙂 ), we’ve had a parental victory that I want to be sure to document:
Cohen is sleeping all night in his own room! Sunday when we got home we put his room the rest of the way together and put his clothes in his dresser. He had a bath and we read all 3 of the books I had managed to sneak out of a box downstairs. He read me the story of Mary and Martha and Jesus, and surprisingly, told it better than some adults I’ve heard. We said prayers until we’d prayed for everyone either one of us could think of (though he wasn’t sure he could pray for cousin Lucy since she lives in Texas…? we got that one cleared up). I gave him the flashlight, like we had talked about, and he kissed me dismissively, “turn the lights off Mommy”. So I kissed his forehead, turned off his bedroom light, and expected him to protest… at least a little. But he didn’t. In fact, he got up to pee twice and went back to his own bed without a so much as a peep!
“I hope this isn’t a new house honeymoon thing,” I told David over breakfast Monday morning. But with the exception of one rough(er) evening and a few mild whines about going to bed, he’s done swimmingly. Well done, son!
The house is akin to a middle eastern desert- so what?!?! At least we’re all getting some sleep, right? 😉
Happy Friday, friends… 🙂