It’s happening. Our house is finally getting fixed. The contractor says it should only take a week and a half and that we don’t have to move out. I feel like this is too good to be true, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

Last week was a rough one around here. The boy got a cold and gave it to his sister. Since we had only been in public very minimally and he caught a cold I decided there was only worse lingering out there waiting to infiltrate my children’s immune systems, like the flu or RSV or whatever that thing from China is. So my kids are staying away from public places until March, when hopefully the worst of it will be over. Maybe I’m being too overprotective, but I’m not trying to have my newborn in the hospital, so that is that.

Their cold was not that bad, but by the time Friday rolled around I thought for sure I was going to need some heart pills or something. First the boy got into his medicine and I thought he had drank the whole thing, but I overreacted, of course, and he had only taken a sip because there wasn’t enough missing to do any harm. Then he turned over some furniture and I really thought I was having the big one … “You hear that Elizabeth? I’m coming to join you honey.”

I feel like once our house is fixed those types of things won’t upset my nerves so horribly. I can’t remember what it’s like to have a house that is put together. Our den looks like where college kids live, with its unlatching second-hand furniture and no decorations. Our living room has been boarded up for months, with some sub-flooring across the rotten joists. I’m not naming names, but a certain company really left us a mess to deal with.

I’m trying not to harbor ill feelings, but they are definitely going to experience the wrath of my negative google review very soon since the owner did not even have the decency to apologize and we were left with a hefty bill, the amount of which could have easily purchased me two vintage campers.

Hopefully we can leave all that stress behind in a few weeks and we can completely declutter and every single thing we have will have a proper place and we can get some new furniture. I’m liable to feel downright rich.

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