Lessons that came to mind this week:
1- My daddy taught me how to patch drywall...
2- ..and how to properly swear at it when it doesn't turn out.
3- My mother taught me patience....
5- ....and to take one day at a time.
Whatever the goal we're pursuing,
No matter how rugged the climb,
We're certain to get there by trying our best
And taking One Day at a Time.
"Forever" is hard to imagine,
"The future" may seem far away,
But every new dawn brings a wonderful chance
To do what we can on that day.
I have been VERY distraught over this whole mess in the living room, but, keeping in mind lessons 3-5, I have decided not to be. I have decided to be happy that something pushed us into it because we may not have done it and it's going to be amazing when it's done! I have decided to look forward to the night I'm sitting on my couch looking around and saying, "Wow! We did an AWESOME job in here!" I have decided not to be angry at the previous owner, her cats, the realtor that told us she didn't think she smelled cat pee OR myself for going to bed that night without checking on the washer. I'm just going to be proud that we took what happened, and although it sucked for a few weeks, we made it through yet another trial and came out victorious with a BEAUTIFUL living room which we can be proud we did OURSELVES!
Alistair has been a good sport, as always. He has to spend a lot of time in his room, in the jumperoo or highchair when the baracades are taken down from the living room, but he doesn't mind. Every minute is an adventure for him no matter where he is!
Noah had to perform wall surgery....
Because of this: