Productive
Let's talk about the house that Chris has picked out for us. It needs a lot of TLC--not big stuff, just little acts of kindness--but it is amazing. Bigger than this one. A beautiful balance of open and closed spaces. A fourth bedroom we can provide for travelers and visitors. More counterspace. An open floor plan that will allow for wonderful entertaining. And I think it has a thriving rosebush.
Of course, nothing worthwhile comes easily, and there are hurdles. But we are (somewhat) patiently jumping them as they come and trying to stay the course. And it's a rollercoaster, trying to jam everything on the to-do list into the time I have. Up days. Down days. Days when it seems hopeless. Days when choosing paint colors is exciting. Days when I remember it's not ours just yet and I've never yet seen the rooms with bright sunlight or artificial light.
But today is one of the good days. I got things done at work. I wrote a paper before work. I squeezed in a visit to the chiropractor and a little grocery shopping. I ate brie and crackers for breakfast (don't judge). And the boys and I got a lot done downstairs in terms of sorting and packing. Today? It seems doable.
Of course, nothing worthwhile comes easily, and there are hurdles. But we are (somewhat) patiently jumping them as they come and trying to stay the course. And it's a rollercoaster, trying to jam everything on the to-do list into the time I have. Up days. Down days. Days when it seems hopeless. Days when choosing paint colors is exciting. Days when I remember it's not ours just yet and I've never yet seen the rooms with bright sunlight or artificial light.
But today is one of the good days. I got things done at work. I wrote a paper before work. I squeezed in a visit to the chiropractor and a little grocery shopping. I ate brie and crackers for breakfast (don't judge). And the boys and I got a lot done downstairs in terms of sorting and packing. Today? It seems doable.