ANTSY

Okay, peeps.

I’ve officially hit the OVER IT point of this whole restoration process. (Though, to be honest, I probably hit it weeks and weeks ago).

I think blowing past our planned move-in date last weekend has set me over the edge.

Worse still, I’ve lost any will or motivation to try and organize and maintain some semblance of livability upstairs, knowing our days up here HAVE TO BE NUMBERED. So we are just tripping all over ourselves, our stuff and each other, and letting a lot of four letter words accidentally out 

We are just antsy, antsy, antsy to get this show. On. The. Road.

STAT.

God willing (seriously, God, please help us out), we will have interior painting wrapped up in the next two days. Kitchen cabinet installation immediately following (or simultaneously), with just enough time Friday for a deep floor cleaning before we MOVE STUFF BACK IN on Saturday.

It.

HAS.

To.

Happen.

In the meantime, I’m doing my best to distract myself from the crawling anxiety that is taking over my body amidst this mess and chaos and stress. Channeling some into yard work and scrounging up any tiny little project I can manage with my babies.

Someday SOON we’ll get back to normalcy and let our creativity flow with JOY once again.

Until then, we’ll take whatever scraps we can get. 

Wave hello to pastor back there behind Little Manx e airplanes were a church service project. :)





Pray for sanity and patience in this here casa.

Over and out.