This summer was going to be awesome. I had a lot of neat projects planned for the kids and I, we were going to have time to experiment with new recipes from around the world, making passports, learning about that place, making food, sampling it and then marking our passports, we were going to make heart shaped crayons from our crayon bits, have friends over, I was going to teach them how to sew more things. Hubs was going to work on the back room and finally turn it into our master bedroom, we had saved funds from our tax return to make it happen. Then near the end of the summer we were going to use the gift cards we had and finally go on that Colonial Williamsburg vacation, stopping in PA to visit Philadelphia and use our Sesame Place tickets we got for $5.00 at the school's silent auction. By the time school started the room would be ready to move into, we would be slowly starting to get our former bedroom, the new playroom ready for the kids. Things were going to come together. Instead, the old fridge broke, we had to buy a new one, it turned out the floor was water rotted away underneath and half up the wall, there was black mold that drove the kids and I out of the house for the night, that turned into 2 weeks as the problem grew larger and larger as the exterior of the walls was removed. Two weeks later we are back in the house, and we probably shouldn't be. We are still using the old fridge that doesn't keep food cold enough, the reconstruction is on hold because Hubs has to work, and will be working non stop until we go on vacation. Our future master bedroom hasn't been touched, only the kitchen floor and wall which is sort of in place, drywall up and stopped there. It turns out the entire roof in the back room will have to be ripped off along with the other 2 outer walls that haven't been repaired as well as the whole floor. Sometimes I think we should just tear the whole damn 70's addition off and make do with a smaller house. I know the back room won't be touched by the time school starts and I would bet a million dollars that the kitchen won't even be finished. We will be stuck in this construction zone for months. Hubs is in a shit mood, what with being completely exhausted, having all this work at the house, work at the school, and his actual job , you know where he gets paid. I don't blame him for being pissy, he's exhausted and stressed. I know it's not his fault that he can't work on the house, we have to make money. It's just the reality. We have to live like this because what other choice is there. We can't hire people to do the work for us because that requires money, we can't not do the work at the school that's how our kids get to go to an amazing school. We can't stop this old house from breaking down, or our old car from breaking apart. We can't buy new ones of either so we just have to make do. Endlessly we make do, and it's frustrating as hell! I want to cry, I want to scream, but what would that help. So I have my moment, I fret and then I make do. After all you just have to buck up and do what you can, we are in this with millions of other Americans. I loose perspective sometimes with the kids going to a fancy private school, parents with nannies and maids, people who hire out construction projects, people who do not live like us at all.
I can't leave it this negative, I am not a negative person overall, I am realistic about the situation but I will make the best of it. I am putting our new fridge together and while I was depressed the temporary location of it blocked the windows and the natural light when I wrote the original blog as I put the fridge together I am happy that we will be able to have milk in the house once again. I know that despite the state of things we can make it alright for the kids, so they watch too much TV while we put the house together, so we live in construction for awhile. Life. Hubs is working hard, I will work hard and in the end we all have each other. Eventually this project will be done, it will be great, new projects will crop up and we will deal with those. I truly believe someday we won't have to make do. We have been doing that for 8 years, but someday we won't and if we have each other and a sense of humor we will get through it even if I break down and cry along the way, that just cleanses the way for action.
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