It's Just About Friday: Renovations, Grand Kids, & Home

It's almost Friday. It's been such a busy week! I can't quite put my finger on just why it was so busy, but I have to confess, I just sent out the last of the holiday cards today. Yes, today, February 2. I think this is a new record, even for me. A week later, and it was going to have to have to be adorned with heart stickers and called a Valentine.

This year has been particularly hard. I don't know if it was 3 renovations in a row, having the kids get busier as they get older, or just plain old life fast forwarding, but it's been a challenge to keep up with everything.

Many people talk about being overwhelmed, and singularly, nothing seems to be all that bad. It's when you put it all in the blender and whirl it around, that you can't quite separate the little things anymore, it's just part of a breakfast smoothie. Well, that is how you slip the spinach and kale in there!

Like today, I've been driving around with low tire pressure, or so my car told me. I went to the gas station, and they checked the tires. They couldn't find a problem. I took it to the dealer and they spied a nail in my tire (wonder where that came from?). Of course, they sent me to another tire specialist to remove the nail and check my tires.

Instead of a one stop cure, I spent an entire afternoon sorting out a nail in my tire. Hmmmm. This must serve as analogy for something...

People say, "Aren't you so excited to have everything finished?" I think about this as the lights blink in the kitchen chandelier when our 15 year old son is walking around upstairs in his room. Not jumping mind you, just walking.

Yes, we are excited, but it's like we've been pushing the boulder up the hill so long that we are permanently cramped up.

There are moments when I'm surprised by some of the new spaces in our house. There are other moments that I absolutely can't picture what it looked like before. Most of the time I can't picture what I looked like before, I know now I just look a lot more weathered.

Now, it feels like we definitely have a grown up house. Grown up mortgage, too. Below, you will find a picture of my parents with all of their grand kids. It was taken at their house, my childhood home. It will be interesting to see, if in many years, we will have grandchildren taking pictures outside this newly renovated home. Our grown up home.