This is the first time I have sat down — alone, just to sit — since my last blog post.
Life has been cray to the zee.
But oh so wonderful.
April 7, we bought a house.
Then we started packing…
On April 14, my mom came to town to stay for a week and watch Seton while Davey and I fixed up the house (when we weren’t working).
We put her to work during Seton’s naps! (aren’t we great hosts?)
Painting date nights are healthy for a marriage. 😉
We spent a lot of time at Ikea.
(with a lunch box as a purse, in Davey’s sweatshirt, and sporting jeans circa 1999 because that’s how I party)
April 21, Grandma left, and Seton cried. I cried inside because omghowamigoingtofixthehousewithaninemonthold.
But it was starting to come together…
On April 24, Davey and I decided to not stress for 2 hours and watch a movie together because we wanted to enjoy the last night in our rental house. Nostalgia kicked in and it kicked hard. We regretted that immediately the next day when nothing was really packed. (but not really–I wouldn’t change that night for anything)
April 25, we moved into the house (I also worked that day per dumb life decisions).
April 28, Seton started at a new daycare!
…and started wearing shoes
…and taking steps
May 2, Seton and I took had an adventure to St. Louis.
We also took a few/many/a million trips to Menards where Seton was mistaken for a boy day after day despite me adding more and more pink to her wardrobe each visit.
On May 7, our front door *broke* (aka Davey played around with the locks and got them stuck), so Seton and I were locked out at the convenient hour of hunger, nap time, diaper change time, and a thunderstorm.
On May 8, Davey went bowling with the fellas so I had a night to walk around the house and finish all the random projects he started.
Last night, after living here 2 weeks, I unpacked our bedroom.
And this morning, Grandpa stopped by the house during his layover!
And here I am today. Sitting.
I’ve decided that I won’t ever respond to someone with a quick, “busy!” when asked how I am doing. Life is busy, and in our busy-ness, there is peace. The monotony of painting poured prayers on my heart of hope in the future. The lifting/carrying of boxes showed me how blessed I am for my physical abilities. The unpacking of things that have been packed for three weeks reminded me that what I really need cannot be packed in a box. It’s been an amazing month of personal growth and familial growth as Davey and I worked toward the common good of creating a home.